A couple of days ago, I was at my favorite hangout, the devilishly fun café for editors, when I listened in on a conversation between two of my peers.
EDITOR 1: The writer I’m dealing with now is a real bitch. She’s insulting, patronizing, and never answers my queries.
EDITOR 2: You're preaching to the choir, honey. If we had a nickel, huh.
EDITOR 1: At the risk of sounding sexist, maybe she needs to get laid.
EDITOR 2: I need to get laid! But I digress. I'm making a note to myself on this. There has got to be a relationship between the sexual activity or inactivity of writers and how they relate to their editors.
EDITOR 1: Let's call Trish over at the Sosh Department to see if this has some research grant potential.