You know those clip-board bearing charity do-gooders that pop up all over the downtown area when the weather is nice? (”Canvassers”, we call them in the biz.) You’ve got your cheery super-upbeat sorts that greet you from across the street as you being to cross toward them. You’ve got your slackerly not-really-trying sorts who are clearly wondering why they signed up in the first place.

And then you’ve got the other sort. The gloomy, emotionally involved canvasser who hugs her clipboard and explains how awful it is for the children, please won’t you help the children. Or the forests. Or whatever. She has foresaken then school of a smile-and-a-handshake to pursue a study of plaintive, earnest empathizing.

I have invented a name for these downbeat, heartstringing charity casers: Sadvocates.

Tell your friends.