Why There are No Girls in San Francisco: The Downtown Routine
I’m not sure I agree with (or even understand) everything written in this piece, but it’s a fun read.
Whatever we ate was fine. It was okay. Some chick in the elevator is questioning us. Now opining. Something about fish tacos, and how they are “amazing,” which would just be forgettable mouth noise had she not said AMAZING in caps, which instead makes her criminally vapid and somehow vain…
