If Marieke Hardy really was a “motherfucking cider maverick” (I’m going to use this expression from now on) she would have known to review Nepolean Co Pear Cider because it is the best cider in the world. It even comes with a lovely picture of a tree on it. I know this because I have two bottles sitting in front of me. These bottles, however, are empty after reading Ryan O’Connell’s “just love me, dammit!” piece. Um, is Ryan living my life? This exact situation is so relatable to me and it made me want to drink cider (as previously mentioned) and cuddle Ryan’s head to my tummy while I buy even more clothes I don’t need from questionable online stores. Then later, Ryan and I will go out on the town and I will be robbed (potentially by my drunken self, innocent until proven guilty people) of $200 on a midweek bender. I can’t help but feel like you put these two articles together for a reason. I wish I wasn't tipsy while reading this sex worker article…
Love from Claire.
Hopefully they will read it and offer me a job. Haaaaaaaaaay. This doesn’t really make much sense unless you have actually read the magazine. But hopefully you find it as amusing as it was for me to write.