THE GIRL WHO WASTES HER TIME DETECTING EMOTIONAL NUANCE IN ARROGANT INTELLECTUALS

I dislike literary or artistic emphasis on irony. I am tired of gratuitous nude photography in museums. I totally disagree that sincerity is the death of writing. Despite the tone of this post I am not relentlessly negative. I love the Conservatory Gardens. I really love my grandparents. I love the sanctioned voyeurism of the High Line. I have no opinion about Brooklyn. I just rewatched Some Like it Hot and it’s the fucking bomb. I have zero eye for visual detail, but I am pretty good at detecting emotional nuance. I am not quirky. I don’t think gender is a socially-constructed category. And, in the spirit of full disclosure, I have limited patience for long-form journalism.

I am usually attracted to arrogant and aggressively contrarian intellectuals, but am working on it. I like to drink, heavily, but am working on it. I am looking for a guy who can eat lunch alone without needing to check his phone.