Editor’s Note: We ask contributing writer Amanda LaPergola to report on the world of pop culture with her unique style and insights. Sometimes she does something like that.
“You cannot force this kind of creative process,” she told us once. “It needs to evolve on its own. It’s like Pokémon. You just can’t say to a Pokémon ‘Hey, Pokémon! Be a different Pokémon!’ and expect it to evolve. That is not how it works. First, it needs to spend time jammed up in a constrictive red and white ball. Then, you let it out occasionally to fight other Pokémon to near-death. With time and encouragement, your Pokémon will grow and change from a weird little hamster-thing to a weird little hamster-thing with antlers. And then you get to eat it. I think. I’ve never played Pokémon. Anyway, what was saying? Oh yeah, can you pay for this coffee?”
That was four months ago. We had not heard from Amanda since.
However, just yesterday, a package arrived at Mary Sue headquarters containing what appeared to be a note from Amanda’s mom (“Dear Miss Sue: Please excuse my daughter’s absence over the past few months. She wants me to tell you she had mono, but really she has been searching the internet for the secret fourth season of Downton Abbey she believes Queen Elizabeth is keeping to herself”) and the following pages…