CHERYL: I am a dude. I feel like crying. I feel like a muppet. I’ve got huge furry claws, designed by a bearded 80s puppeteer to delight the children of liberals.

MARSHA: What about minorities?

CHERYL: Yeah, the children of minorities. I’m so full of it. Where it equals life. Equals faith. Equals the will to perceive

MARSHA: I forget: are you fat? Or hungry?

CHERYL: I know you know I’m both because I know you read my blog.