You don’t weigh more than 120 lbs (male or female). You used to weigh more but Conor didn’t like that and so you forced some vegan tofu and veggies down your gullet. You feel so tortured yet also a deep longing for purpose: your former art studio professor noticed the paradox once in one of your pieces. It is so fucking cold today in Chicago! Will your boss at McGraw-Hill please give you a god-damned raise already? Like you’ve slaved for him for the past three years and shit! Bright Eyes: Making mid-twentysomethings feel like malcontent teenagers since 2000.