DEAR READER,

While you were tweeting…

College tuition rates are going up, even at public institutions, and unlike in Europe, students don’t give enough of a shit to stand up for themselves.

Natives of neighborhoods like East Boston and Mission Hill are being forced out.

The media around here pretends that there’s a technological solution to all of our problems, yet still these goddamn automated hand dryers don’t work.

Allston is increasingly boring. And unaffordable.

Every day, corporations convince more people that things are cool—even though those things actually suck.

Natives of neighborhoods like Jamaica Plain and Charlestown are being forced out.

Car insurance costs too much, and commercial hip-hop has been reduced to motherfuckers grunting to random electronic blips.

Every other indie movie on Netflix is essentially an autobiographical fart directed by some rich kid with minimal talent.

Elected politicians, damn near every one of them, stuff their campaign accounts with tens of thousands of dollars from the same people whose financial largesse stems from favorable government relationships.

But you didn’t notice. Because like me and every other imbecile on social media, you probably convinced yourself that national politics affect your life in the slightest, and have spent the last couple of months tweeting and posting about an election that won’t impact your life nearly as much as the issues many have ignored for a year now.

Unless you read DigBoston.

CHRIS FARAONE, NEWS+FEATURES EDITOR

OH, CRUEL WORLD

Dear Sporadic Red Line Shuttle,