I'm Not Great At Dating, But I

At A Brunch Potluck, I Realize That I Do, In Fact, Hate Everybody.

I Love Flawed Female Characters, Duking It Out.

I Kind Of Look Like Every Other Girl Walking Around.

I've Always Had A Talent For Recognizing When I Am In A Moment Worth Being Nostalgic For.

I Shared A Bed With My Sister, Grace, Until I Was Seventeen Years Old. She Was Afraid To Sleep Alone And Would Begin Asking Me Around 5:00 P.m. Every Day Whether She Could Sleep With Me. I Put On A Big Show Of Saying No, Taking Pleasure In Watching Her Beg And Sulk, But Eventually I Always Relented. Her Sticky, Muscly Little Body Thrashed Beside Me Every Night As I Read Anne Sexton, Watched Reruns Of Snl, Sometimes Even As I Slipped My Hand Into My Underwear To Figure Some Stuff Out.