A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes “twinning,” The Met Gala and your quinoa allergy.
Your entrée into this realm of the elite can be jarring, which is why we’ve convened to help you through it.
Consider this my official to plea to have the appeal of The Victoria’s Secret Show unpacked for me, preferably via a detailed PowerPoint presentation created by a non-sexually-fantasizing male or female.
I’m the type of person who can only survive the day-to-day when there are things up ahead to look forward to. Vague, lofty ideals like a potential white wedding or children who will grow to resent me do not count.
Be thankful you’re not the woman melting down and aggressively cutting everyone in the security line–but know that that woman totally exists inside of you. And more gems, after the jump!
A list of people I do not trust, some more valid than others.
In The New Yorker’s most recent Summer Fiction Issue, they asked some awesome writers, including Joshua Ferris, Miranda July, and Rachel Kushner to write short essays on the topic “My Old Flame.” They were so wonderful, and after a long writing drought, they inspired me to hurriedly write my own.
My family would never make it onto a cereal box, but–despite lacking excessive designer clothes and expert contouring skills–we’d probably give the Kardashians a run for their money on reality television.
“If you want to maintain some level of not-being-a-fucking-loser, best not to admit how often “Fuck with me you know I got it” plays in your head. Except right now, right now it’s okay.” And more gems, after le jump!