"Oh my God, you're literally yelling at the TV," Katie says with a look of distress. On the screen, a beautiful celebrity emotes through dozens of smash cuts of heightened, tastefully shot wealth-porn over a grandiose soundtrack, culminating in a hardsell pitch for... perfume.
"But, I mean," I say gesturing wildly, "it's just so..., I mean..., just look at it!"
"Honey," she says, placing a gentle hand on my arm, "if you want to yell, that's what Twitter is for."
One year ago: Careful What You Ask For
Two years ago: People Watching
Three years ago: Starting Over
Four years ago: How Can I Hate You If You Insist On Not Being Hateful?