Subconscious Having thoroughly explored other forms, Vanity Fair is now allowing their journalists to simply post their passive aggressive commentary in the form of dreams:
"So as night buried itself into the bed of dawn, I had a dream in which I was taking part in a sketch on Saturday Night Live. I was sitting in a barber's chair, a white towel tied behind my neck, and along the perimeter I could see television cameras, cables, crew members, a hint of audience members in the bleachers. The sketch took place at a barber's school and suddenly Elizabeth Wurtzel appeared. She was a barber-school student and I was her first customer."
It could be sincere. I hope it's sincere. Perhaps it is sincere. Yes, it must be.
Meanwhile, in 2010.
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