“I don’t like to brag or anything – but I really am exceptionally gifted when it comes to the “Stuff” department. If I had a title, it might be “Her Royal Highness, the Queen of Crap.” I could look snootily down from high atop my pile of ancient magazines, holding a scepter of dried bridesmaid bouquets, bedecked with a crown made entirely of those extra button packs that helpfully accompany sweater purchases, proclaiming “SAVE IT!” in an emphatic yet regal tone.”