
I love Claire Dederer. She‘s cool but open, and therefore vulnerable: eminently likable and unlikable at the same time, needing to be seen and validated. Even when she‘s not like you (see: her entire edgy adolescence), that need and that combination of liking her and not liking her at the same time is so familiar; it‘s very much how you feel about yourself — or how *I* feel about *myself,* anyway — which makes her likable all over again. 👇🏻
















Note: the one “nerdly” thing that Dederer does in this book, more than once (!), that is objectively not good — is to use the word “lovah” (and, I am sad to report, “laydeez”). No, thank you. 2h