Some things in life lose their luster the moment you get them (Tamagotchis, certain purses, conventionally hot men) but I will never, ever, ever get over seeing my words in that New Yorker font.
This is an excerpt from Famesick:
newyorker.com
After college, I joined an odd little utopia of movie nerds working out of an office on lower Broadway. Then the sustainability of the setup started to seem questionable.