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Go ahead and say it: We're going soft. We know. It's the heat, the TiVo, the carbs. These lethal lazy elements have weakened us, made us sensitive to, like, "human plight" or some shit. (Also, 1/2 of Gawker is on the precipice of menstruation, so that might have something to do with it. You guess which half.) So, with that in mind, a reader email has us wearing our warm fuzzy costume:

I'm a newly divorced, ex NYC, ex Long Island single mom. Tried, therapy, pilates, you name it. What gave me myself back...? Victoria Gotti! Growing up in Queens, leaving, going back, leaving, having sons, being, gorgeous and not and back again... I just want to thank her for being herself, and so much US, our whole section of middle age, single moms, business owners, New Yorkers, Islanders, strong women. Do you have a line or an email address for her so I can just send a a quick thanks for the boost and affirmation she has given me?

Unfortunately for this reader, we don't have Victoria's contact info — but we shall stand high atop our soapbox and convey this gratitude to the world. Thank you, Victoria Gotti, for being you. And thank you, John Gotti, for disposing of all the right people so that Victoria could be free to be Victoria.