As I was flopping around the house recently, I was struck suddenly, as if by lightning. I realized it was my civic duty to write to protect Our Glorious b-Section. That, and my mother has been harping on me about writing this letter for about a week now.

For the past few weeks, she has been making my ears bleed by reading letters written by individuals calling for the removal of Our Glorious b-Section.When I’ve expressed my indignation at the mere suggestion of it, she has urged me to write in before it is removed.

Of course, being the star procrastinator that I am, I have managed to put it off spectacularly – until today, that is.

It was after devouring OGB (it’s getting to be a pain to type) and its rainbow of colorful column after column, and after clipping out the “Road Trip,” “What I’m Telling My Friends To…,” and “Eats” to stash with my steadily growing collection of OGB clips, I decided it would have to be Chelsea-to-the-rescue, and a grand, old superhero intervention to rescue other young readers such as myself (I happen to be 14 and, before OGB, read only the arts and entertainment sections) from the faceless villains who have dared to despise a refreshing change.

It was time for action, so here I am. And if I looked better in spandex, I would have swooped into your offices complete with flowing cape and sidekick by now.

Chelsea Bernard, Dixfield