When it feels like there’s no way to break through the endless amounts of horrible writing and get down to the essence of your argument, I highly encourage the use of a little peer pressure. Last night I made a deal with the devil – actually just my very smart and very altruistic friend Katherine – that I would send her what I have at 5 pm today. In fear of utter humiliation, I finally feel eager to figure this chapter out. I figure that after eight years (wow, that’s gone by quickly) of friendship, she’d be pretty lame to bail on me because I can’t seem to get it right with this piece. Hint, hint….