i'm convinced nobody has actually read her. everyone thinks she's some kind of sensitive female interiority writer when it's so obvious she's the world's biggest nerd. "how does los angeles get its WATER omgomgomg" and "what's actually going on with divorce laws in california?????" you think you've understood her if you feel the crooning in her voice in Goodbye to All That? wrong you don't understand her at all. when she thinks of new york she's not thinking of that time she drank matcha and watched episodes of girls until she xanaxed herself to sleep every night. she's thinking of a giant organism that sucks in urban infrastructure designers and wide-eyed camerawomen and produces the cultural fodder of the american world. she's thinking of the grime and muck of cabbies at midnight. you all think she's lena dunham when she's actually travis bickle. the greatest american essayist of the 20th century