Dudely Wonders Never Cease

Here I was, slowly starving to death in isolation, my life destroyed, minding my own business, treated with disdain wherever I go. But can the dudely dudes leave me alone? Oh, no. An ex work colleague from a particularly wealthy institution emails me to say that he has been reading my blog (yeah, we knew that, dude). He tells me that although he doesn't understand a word in one quite interesting looking blog post, it looks a bit like something in one of his recent simple papers (in which, of course, I am never cited). Perhaps, since he only read my blog post yesterday, his recent paper must be ahead of the ten years of research I have done on this subject. So ladies, don't forget: even with your last painful breath, the dudes will be there begging you to tell everyone how effing wonderful they are.