Young Love

“Relationships often change people, but this was a weird one, because I was the same before and after it, but very different during.”
 — The Lena Dunham story in the New Yorker (subscription-only) is totally worth it on a lot of levels (both “laughing at” and “laughing with,” though mostly John Cook has the “laughing at” covered quite grumpily), but it’s also a good addition to what I think is the best part of her projects about youth: what is it about the certain kind of person who can completely annihilate their personality because of love? I was like this when I was younger and it’s completely alien to me now. How did we do this? How did our friends let us do this? How totally gross and foul.