In the middle of an “Ask Polly” column on dating, Heather Havrilesky unleashed her hatred of “the never-ending scourage of dioramas . . . that drain your time “and your will to live, and for what? So your kid learns that clay figures fall to pieces once they’re fully dry?” Her husband, a professor of education who “fixates on the stupidity of these things,” refuses to help their daughter build dioramas. That leaves me to coach my kid. And honestly, sometimes I just want to te