I was the Cleveland-based contributor to a hot national public radio show, writing hot shit for a Black website (before it got all groupthink-y and obvious). She was the public radio producer newly appointed to the hot radio show and the most objective critic of my work. I mean, heat knows hotness, right? I called for weeks to get a phoner before she finally called me back. How am I doing? I asked."Well, I don't know, because I don't know what you're doing, and you don't either.