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Reading through this virtual toast, I was reminded of the Ray Bradbury story, “I Sing the Body Electric”, in which a family orders a robot grandmother to take care of them. She’s perfectly calibrated to their every need, down to adjusting her robot face to look a little more like who she’s baking cookies for at the moment. Gentleman — if you really are with a person who expresses their selfhood primarily in enhancing the idea of how awesome you are, check that she’s a lady and not a robot.

—How Not to Congratulate Your Ex on Her Wedding Day