In response to our Dish RIP post, a reader titles her email “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Ctd”:
Ugh. I had a sliver of hope and now it’s gone. I understand, but man, this sucks bad. I knew there was a chance you’d go through with leaving, so I’ve been looking around at other places to look for this great balance between current events, news, opinion – and nothing. The Atlantic maybe comes the closest (which by the way, I only heard about because of the Dish), but it’s not the same. Will definitely miss you guys. This is such a bummer. Starting to hit me now. Uggggh.
It’s going to be painful for us too. The withdrawal signs are already setting in. Another reader:
I’ve been reading you since the very beginning. I’ve emailed a couple of times, but really nothing worth publishing. I’m going to miss The Dish immeasurably; it’s my #1 blog! And I suggest that there’s one more angle to the thread on suicide, i.e. Is Killing The Dish Selfish? (I ask this with tongue only partially embedded in cheek.)
Another reader on our “impending demise”:
Well, all I can say is I think you’re a bunch of pussies.
More like scrotums, as Dan would say. Another asks regarding this quick post, “The real mother of Trig is Rick Astley?” Another fell for it too:
Goddammit Sullivan. I was just about to write a nice email to wish you all the best and thank you for everything the blog has given me over the years. And then you Rickrolled me with this post. Fuck you and good riddance.
Or how another puts it:
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Heh. Another:
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!
(I love you I love you I love you please don’t go please don’t go!)
Another confesses, “What I hate the most is what it says about me that I clicked on that Trig click-bait.” Another:
I should have known I was about to be Rick rolled. Captain Ahab was not after gold. The poor mixing of metaphors should have been a clue. Well done though. I totally fell for it.
Another asks, “Is this end of blogging just a set up for the mother of all rick rolls?!?” Maybe if it were closer to April 1. One more reader for now:
Rick-rolled in the end. You suck. But I have to admit, I danced, and cried a little too. Really. It’s starting to sink in that Friday is the end of it all. I feel like I’m losing a brother, my online family, my home page, and one-stop shopping for almost everything that mattered. I just spent an hour visiting almost every sight on your blog reference list for a possible replacement. Nothing compares to The Dish. Damn it.
Best wishes to you all. Y’all really have no idea how much you mattered and the difference you made in my life. Please do use the list of emails you have and keep us updated. I would love to know where everyone ends up, what everyone writes, and that you are all thriving. My days will never be the same, but I’m smarter now, and glad to have been along for the ride.
You and 30,256 subscribers carried us.
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