At this point, I’ve accepted that I will never be the best at anything. This is not because I lack talent but because there is always a robot willing to do my job faster, cheaper, with less attitude, and with a terrifyingly good grasp of grammar.
I moved to New York with plans to become a fashion writer, land an editorial job, and write multiple pieces f…
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