Not the chick from “General Hospital” or the “new first lady.” I’m talking about Sarah Brown the person who brought to life Cringe, a monthly reading series in Brooklyn where “brave souls come forward and read aloud from their teenage diaries, journals, notes, letters, poems, abandoned rock operas, and other general representations of the crushing misery of their humiliating adolescence. It’s better and cheaper than therapy.”
Ok, so that’s brilliant. But in checking out her blog recently, my husband found a section titled, “Text messages saved in my phone, vol. 6.” Why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t you? For a full 24 hours now, I’ve been saying things like, “Nachos are almost always better in theory. Like spontaneous road trips” and “Dudes are for jerks.”
