Since you usually suffer from hypoglycaemia, the binge consumption of series is popular. What were we actually doing before these Netflix orgies accompanied by nasty nibbles and in unworthy clothes? Oh yes, I remember reading Russians, cooking for friends, making pilgrimages to the theater, then dancing Pointen-Zumba in the tavern, going to the cinema, then having supervised drinking in the café, jazzed up visually in between, had dinner invitations, on the Rabenhof- Stage mischief, failed dates, then spent money on more mischief.
The kid recently plopped in Martin Scorsese’s series portrait of misanthropic New York comedian Fran Lebowitz, who developed a business model from decades of writer’s block and modeled her Grant into a Broadway show. The child has the total blues in the face of Lebowitz’s anecdotes, where wild New York of the 1970s was drawn from. It writes: “It is insanely boring to be a millennial. Fuck Harry Potter, Snapchat, memes, avocado-on-gluten-free toast, llama petting, and strawberry-flavored condoms. I would like to have set up a second home in Studio 54 in New York in the 1970s with overgrown armpit hair and a fumble from Halston. And have firmly believed that smoking does not contain vitamins, but is also not fatal. I would like to have assisted young geniuses in devastating their hotel rooms. “-” You are really the poorest, Marie Antoinette. “
She ignored my sarcasm: “I was just born so badly in the wrong time.” Then she said in a stern voice, “It’s also easy for you to talk. At least you saw your prime in the 1980s. “Sometimes I don’t like them. I always love them.
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