Dear Mr. Dunn:Although we've never met, I must confess to a secret love affair with your writing.  Not only do I adore the seductive, boyish mischievousness of your way with words, I occasionally am tempted to envy  your virile verbal thrusting.  Your prose demonstrates the kind of innate self-confidence for which I've always yearned, yet never seem to fully acquire.  Yes, I'm quite enthralled from afar by your linguistic eloquence and style, Mr. Dunn.But all good things must come to an end, don't you know.   And today you have wounded me to the very core of my blonde identity, even sinking so low as to mock my past as a cheerleader who married a handsome jock.  You've no idea the state I'm in as I hastily pen this defense.  Years of pent-up rage are about to be unleashed upon you, Sir, and I simply hope that you will not hold it against me if ever we should meet face to face.To begin, let me make it perfectly clear that I see straight through...(Read Full Post)