I went to look up a specific Dorothy Parker poem that I quote a lot, and found one that I’d never seen before, but which is oh so perfect, what with the title and all.  I have to add it here. 

Indian Summer

In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And I do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

            ~ Dorothy Parker ~

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