Dear Serena van der Woodsen, Go Eat Some Berries and Get Back to Me

Even your hair is starting to look sad, Serena.

To: Serena van der Woodsen
Dave and Dave's House
Poughkeepsie, NY

From: Jill O'Rourke
Hunched Over A Computer
At Home, USA

Dear Serena,

This letter reaches you a little late, I hope not too late. I was taking the time to come up with a sensitive way to address your issues. Please hear me out and know that what I'm about to write comes from a place of love and concern.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Dear Kurt Hummel, Stop Making Me Look Bad

I hope that's an apology letter to me.

To: Kurt Hummel
Cheap But Implausibly Clean Hotel
New York, NY

From: Jill O'Rourke
In Pajamas During the Day
At Home, USA

Dear Kurt,

I was going to write to give you advice about dealing with life after graduation, something I know a lot about as a depressed college grad. But then you went and moved to New York City on a whim with nowhere to live, so I'm not qualified to give you advice anymore. You're making me look bad.

Dear Reader,

On Air Mail is an epistolary account of my friendship with television, specifically my relationship with its inhabitants.

I remember when I was very young and I discovered that the people I witnessed on television weren't the characters they said they were, but actors who went home to their own lives at the end of the day. It was hard to process that television shows and movies weren't real.