Dear Anonymous: You are the embodiment of everything that sucks about the PNW. Your inability to deal with situations in the moment and subsequent need to then harp about them behind a wall of anonymity in the only fucking newspaper Seattle has is an embarrassment. You are trying to escape the blame for your own inability to act in the moment—and every week, without fail, it's a fucking cringefest. Grow the fuck up. If you don't like someone, or someone on the bus is talking on their cell phone, or your shitty roommate didn't clean the house bong when it was their week, FUCKING TELL THEM AND LEAVE US OUT OF IT.

—Anonymous