Rachel Hodin

Apparently, The Post required not one, but the combined efforts of two journalists to write this hackneyed and generally useless 459-word article, which centers around the school I attended for the first 18 years of my life, Horace Mann

5. He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.

Sometimes, when I’m at home on a Friday night watching the most recent episode of scandal that was on the night before, but that I didn’t have the time to watch because my bedtime is now 9pm, I think to myself: what would it feel like to be cool?

Hitching near Green River Washington, Guy in a V.W. picks me up, a few blocks latter he suddenly pulls over and says “It’s your lucky day little girl…Get the hell out of my car!” A few weeks latter I see a picture of him on the cover of a news paper. Ted Bundy. I was a lucky little girl. That was 40 years ago.

When you’re sad, do you find yourself leaping over your journal to get to your computer, signing into Facebook, and letting it all pour out onto your Facebook status?

Stare at him a lot. When he showers. When he reads. When he’s on the computer. When he’s on the toilet.

3. She’s a big carnivore

29. In Britain, it is illegal to import potatoes into England or Wales if you have reasonable cause to believe that they are Polish.

Yeezy staying real-eazy, with a splash of crazy, at his Las Vegas show last night.

I love you Louis.

It’s comforting to think you’re carving a distinct identity for yourself; to believe that you’re a contrarian, and not following the masses.

16. “I don’t like the taste of pizza.”