Kaitlin Phillips

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NO YOLO

NO YOLO

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.”

YOLO Ethics

YOLO Ethics

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.”