Feb. 29, 1968
Some evil person asked me to run a "Dear Abby," so here it is. How will this poor woman’s daughter ever marry a doctor and get into the country club if she doesn’t learn to sort laundry? Who on earth would want a steak dinner at a restaurant instead of a home-cooked meal? And Percy, aren’t you a caution, dumping your date and dancing with a waitress–and a married one at that! America is tearing itself apart over the war in Vietnam, the sexual revolution is underway, and Abby is writing about sorting laundry. No wonder we used to talk about whether things were "relevant."
Update: I’m so upset by this I may have to make a spot of tea.