I came up from the beach to find my mother glaring at me....

I came up from the beach to find my mother glaring at me. In the same tone she uses to ask if I've left my flatiron plugged in and turned on again, she inquired, "Did you start a movement?"

"Um…"

She waved her Times at me accusingly "It says right here you started a movement. And the New York Times doesn't lie."

Well! I thought that what I started was a hashtag on Twitter, to take bemused note of the way the literary establishment overcovers its darling du jour.

I know I did an interview with Ja...