The Bachelorette is slowly eating my brain. I blame Frank. And Chris. And Roberto and all the other rejected, Disney prince-esque castoffs. Because they have seduced me with their unrealistic, romcom ways.
I once had an idea that I was going to review McDonalds in the style of Amanda Hesser. It would be all heartbreaking mists of mayonnaise and wistful infusions of grease. But her NYT colleague Frank Bruni just went and stole my idea!