My friend Lola and I are videochatting while we’re separated during this holiday season and this is just a snippet of our very intelligently stimulating conversation:
Me: Are Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt dating?
Lola: No, she’s getting out of a divorce.
Me: Are you sure because there’s a picture of them on her website and he has his arm around her waist and they’re sharing the same ice cream cone.
Lola: Well if it was on her website then they’re not together.
Me: Are you sure, look at this picture.
Lola: Omg why is he holding her like that?!
Me: I told you I think they’re going out. My friends don’t hold me like that nor do I share ice cream cones with them.
Lola: Lord, I wish my friends held me like that. MMmm! (She made this noise, like how you would sound when you were checking out a deliciously sculpted man, like Ryan Gosling, or if you just finished eating the best baby back ribs of your life.)
Me: How come I’ve never seen this website before?
Lola: What website?
Me: Zooey Deschanel’s website.
Lola: Ugh she needs to stop.
Me: It’s so good. She co-founded it with two of her best friends and they have a bunch of contributing writers. How come I’ve never seen this website before?
Lola: What website?
Me: This website: www.hellogiggles.com
Lola: Omg, this is so vomitrociously cute. Ugh. And now I’m following them on Twitter … Should we follow RhiRhi?
Me: Ew, no. Oh, so today Kim Kardashian tweeted, “What are your guys new year resolutions? I don’t have one yet, any ideas?” And I wanted to tweet back, “How about resolving to not get into a 72-day sham of a marriage this year?” Can I tweet that to her?
Lola: Yeah, you should! I’d like to see that.
Me: But will she read it?
Lola: Yeah.
Me: Then I can’t tweet that, it’s horrifyingly mean.
Lola: Yeah, but I’m sure she gets tons of tweets and not all of them are nice.
Me: Yeah, but you don’t want the 21st century’s next ruler of the world to remember you as the girl who tweeted something mean.
Lola: That’s true, she owns TV.
Me: You don’t fuck with Kim K.
And then our conversation twiddled off to the stupidity of long-distance relationships, our soul mates (hers: Seth Rogan; mine: Joseph Gordon-Levitt), and the general unfairness of our lives.
Just another Thursday night.
