Sure. When Brooklyn Decker gets the cover of a magazine, everyone comes over to fawn over her and celebrate. When I get the cover of a magazine, no one even calls to tell me that it’s too far for them to make it to the conference room of the Ramada Inn. It’s like people care more about the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition than they do about Kittens Weekly, my bi-annual publication about the adventures of Mr. Sparkles, who technically isn’t a kitten anymore, but whatever. People are such jerks.
