Dear Fanny Girl,

I look around at the world today, and honestly? It feels like everything is just getting worse. People are mean, no one listens to each other, and every time I check the news, it’s just another disaster. Is there even hope for us? Or should I just accept that the world is a mess and we’re all doomed?

And don’t get me started on politics.

Sincerely,
Concerned for the State of the World

Dear Concerned for the State of the World,

Oh no! You sound worried. I remember when I got worried once—Roxie made me watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. When Newt was doing magic mojo, he was like, “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.” And worrying once is enough for me.

But you asked about hope… there is always hope! Sometimes you have to work for it, like Luke did in that trash compactor, but yeah—always hope!

And if nothing else, puppies exist. Puppies make everything better.

May the Felt be with you,
Fanny Girl