I do not have the skinny ankles that seem to provide zeitgeist. Nor do I have trendy glasses or arm tattoos. I hate these things while secretly adoring them.

I *secretly* adore that particular genre of popular fiction that evokes a certain youthful listlessness and always makes you feel on the inside like it's raining outside (recently, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Olive Kitteridge & the Lonely Pilgrim.