Video: Nothing any of us says matters to anyone

A refreshed Mary K returns from hiatus, heads to the mall, and waylays unsuspecting shoppers on their way to the Orange Julius to find out if they’ve heard of Eleanor Clift. I’ve never been a fan of ambush journalism, but when it’s used to remind me of my own cosmic irrelevance? Irresistible.

MK seems pretty chipper for someone staring into the abyss, though. I attribute it to those shades perched jauntily atop her head, ready to be deployed in bad-ass Caruso fashion at a moment’s notice. Proving that life has no meaning is tough, but if you’re going to do it, you might as well look good. Lemons, lemonade, etc.

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