Hi mom. So is there any way that there’s like a cosmic loophole that could allow you to talk to me? ‘Cause I could use one of those mother-daughter talks all the other girls are raving about. Well, um, Lucas has asked another girl to marry him. I know, right? Who does he think he is, asking some beautiful, brilliant, successful editor over the unemployed girl who said ‘someday?’ What do I do now, mom? Where do I go from here?