You really nailed the bait-and-switcheroo practice that has perplexed me throughout my dating career. You showed how crazy-making (and effective) their gaslighting actually IS. And I’m very thankful for that because it’s so eeeeeeeasy to BELIEVE the gaslighters while their lighting their gas at us and telling us it was our farts that stank up the room!

The highlighted section of your article (above) would make a great tattoo (which I’m never gonna get made into a tattoo). I don’t go in for the “tats” so much. But if I were to get a tattoo, I know what I would get — a “tramp stamp” of a bar code. You know, like, the thing you scan at a self-service kiosk at CVS?

Nahhhh. I wouldn’t really do that. I’d never get a tramp stamp. Unless it was the kind you could put on a snail-mail envelope as postage.

Hey, waaaaaaaait a MINUTE! That’s not an altogether bad idea! And it wouldn’t be that hard to put into action. All I’d have to do is:

• Get a job at the United States Postal Service.
• Get promoted again and again until my office door says “Chief Stamp Decider.”
• Issue a brand new first class postage stamp: a woman’s naked lower back with the word “TRAMP” written across it.

And there you’d have it — the world’s first official USPS tramp stamp.

Forty nine cents, please.