I get fired again, this time ostensibly for tweeting things that made my boss feel unsafe. I tweeted, “my boss cant spell LOL.”
March 20, 2015
New York Does Kaitlin
I’m sitting in my new friend’s room at her grandparents’ house overlooking Washington Square Park. She writes poems; I ask her why she’s feeling underappreciated. She takes a pill, and says, quite seriously, “You know there’s this feeling in New York that, like, I’m just going to be an insider secret.” I don’t think that, I say. “Yes! Yes, you do think that,” she says evenly. “You think I’m going to be a person that only people in the know know.”
“Sometimes I feel like an art handler,” Rachel says, of other people. “You know, a little to the left. Better.”
October 31, 2014
The thing about Marxists is they don’t even care if they are having sex with a Marxist. Seems disingenuous in my opinion.
I spilled a vodka soda on Philip Roth at one of those New York Public Library galas. I did it on purpose. I feel like he resented it. I know because he said, “I resent this.”
February 28, 2013
Strange bedfellows n+1 readers do make—and were they really our readers? We didn’t want to know.