Not only do I subscribe to The Note, but I read it every morning and chuckle smugly when I understand the incredibly toolish "aren't we the dickens?" in-jokes. It is, after all, the best kind of validation a political nerd like myself can get. Every morning in your inbox is a smart, wittily worded and incredibly helpful summary of all the things you whisper in happy hours that normal people don't (and rightly so) give a crap about.
And then you get a Note in your inbox with the headline:
Don't Be Offended By Frank Analysis; Think of It As Personality Dialysis
And because your dorky side is not limited to politics, the first thing that pops in your head is "It's 'My Frank Analysis,' bitches!" And then you hang your head in shame.
The first step is admitting you have a problem.