Despite all my efforts, Zero Hedge keeps growing. Like a tumor. I always said if I had a tumor I would name it "Marla." So now we are stuck with Marla. Marla Singer, to be precise. In addition to stealing from laundromats, chain smoking and attending testicular cancer support groups, Marla brings to Zero Hedge a bitter blend of confrontational, thought-provoking prose, and razor sharp insight. Forgive her if her reporting resembles an expletive-laced stream of consciousness. She constantly has a stomach-full of Xanax. I won't bore you with the details of her background in finance. Suffice it to say that, as tumors go, she is a Zero Hedge level tumor. She pisses me off on a regular basis, but, as the only way to truly grow is through conflict, we all will benefit from her (twisted) perspectives. Zero Hedge, I give you, Marla Singer.
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