A Barbara Ehrenreich Moment

Forgive me for airing the dirtiest possible laundry, but I'm a bourgeois little Flick Picker in a reverse-earnings profession at a salary-frozen institution with six years of graduate school very recently under my belt. You might have noticed that Nick's Flick Picks shares a monogram with Not For Profit, and there's a cosmic, karmic rightness to that. All of which means that I am a classic gimp of the Credit Card machine, so it is with satisfaction that I announce I have finally lopped off one of the heads of the thin, plastic Cerberus that hounds me through life. The two surviving heads still bark and bite like some fierce motherf****rs, but yo: one small step for Visa International™, one giant leap for Oliver Goddam Twist. (How far I've come to get to $0 on that balance is too scary a tale to tell, especially now that Halloween is over.)

Debtors of the world, you've got a friend in me!