Sublime

wrote.

Or take Maria Popova, who has been writing weekly essays about literature, art, and philosophy for her blog The Marginalian for about two decades.

He liked these girls because they made an effort, and anyone who didn’t wasn’t worthy of his praise. It struck her that she’d have found it much easier to accept if he’d come out and said he liked them because they were cute.

“Holy shit,” said Naomi. “Jules, you look like a thirty-thousand-dollar hooker. You look fantastic. We are going to get a million free drinks tonight. That skirt is like a Burmese penis trap.”

I made my way through Megan’s collection of magazines and Sex and the City DVDs, consuming them simultaneously with the tiny portion of my brain required for each.

Emily in Paris may as well have been a screen saver of Paris,