Stick A Fork In This Whole Damn Summer

As the season draws to a close, let’s be honest: this was not the Best Summer Ever. Actually it sucked. Relatively hard, in fact. And by the time Cee-Lo rolled around, it was too late.

If you disagree, let The Awl disabuse you from that:

It has been, by almost every metric, a miserable summer. Apart from continued economic malaise, a political class that seems unable deal with the problem and a concerted opposition which does everything in its power to prevent success through obstruction and distortion, environmental disasters, man-made disasters, war, famine, flood, Katy Perry and an increasing anger and ignorance best exemplified by the flap over a cultural center containing a small area in which people of a certain faith can worship downtown, it has been really really hot.

Unfortunately, none of the above is untrue (depending on how you feel about Katy Perry, anyhow). But who wants to end on that note? Here, this is better:

Yes, now we’re smiling! And we do hope that your summer was, on a personal level, as dreamy as Sandy’s.

As for us, we’ll be going out of summer in light-posting style: Hortense will guide you through the weekend; come Monday, holiday content will be handled our dear friend AJ Daulerio of Deadspin. Regular programming will resume on Tuesday.