Yes, one often wonders how many times I have to remind those Midwestern cooks that no, my name is NOT Helen, and no, I am not going to fit into your imaginary Methodist schematics in which I am cast as the imaginary rich girl enjoying all of these imaginary privileges in a world that I had never heard of. Oh, but we cannot be expecting too much thoughtfulness from the poster child of Maximized Stupidity. Needless to say.