By this time, she had so many questions, but she only hit him up for one answer about those “hims” and “hers.” She asked, “Do both hims and hers reproduce hummers?”

It condescended and/or pandered to so many for so long that even its old suburbanite subscribers must have begrudged it deep down, and those New Yorkers who know it love to hate it outright – for the arrogation of its New York as the New York, among other crimes: who are those people in the cartoons anyway?

I'll go shopping when it dries up.

Faire sonne, God giue you happie chance, / And that deare Crosse vpon your shield deuizd, / Wherewith aboue all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd.