Dear Ashley Madison: Buy an Ad

It's a journalistic embarrassment how an operation as sleazy and unimportant  as AshnleyMadison.com gets editors to turn somersaults by sending a plain brown envelope of postal codes to the City Desk.  Would it be time to assign a reporter to check out the 400,000 people (wherever they reside) as genuine? Apparently not. Hey, adultery is adultery. So what if the ranks of those supposedly seeking afternoon quickies contains classes of giggling freshmen. No adultery in Leaside? Maybe that''s because most of the people there are really married. You still have to be married to commit this act, you know. Dear Ashely, buy an ad.  You belong in the back of NOW with the rest of the non-news sex advertisers.