I told myself that the second I was no longer a poor, starving artist, I would order a subscription to the New York Times Weekender.
At 30 years of age, I can proudly say that I’m no longer poor or starving, and I guess the artist part could be argued as well.
However, once you’ve been a poor and starving artist, you figure that you can just as easily end up back there, and you have difficulty justifying expenses like haircuts.
Because I now get the Sunday edition of the Times, you’re going to see posts from me that often start with “I read this New York Times article recently…”
It’s annoying, I know, but bear with me. I had a fairly low SAT score, so I like to sound smart.
I read this New York Times article recently called “For the Love of Being Liked.”