What there needs to be is, there needs to be a girl or a boy on a bicycle who rides around the town delivering delicious baguettes to interested parties every morning. This girl or boy would have an intriguing accent and wear a striped shirt.
The crushing demands of patriarchy blaming have necessitated that the blog be updated less frequently than in days of yore. Posts may or may not appear, sporadically. Readers may experience crappier than usual customer service. Please don't send emails expressing dissatisfaction with the moderation process; I am already aware that it is imperfect. Meanwhile, hang tight. Regular blaming, conforming to your exacting standards, will probably resume sooner or later.