Starfuck, verb, to name drop like it’s hot.
Bea and I sit on top of each other at Arlene’s Grocery. We are displeased with the starfucking in this town, especially among our friends, especially among one friend in particular, especially because this friend is so unbelievably special that they don’t need to mention anybody else to be cool.
We sit, transfixed, trying to decipher why this person likes to starfuck so much. Perhaps literally as well as this other kind. We are confused, and dismayed. We wonder if this person is worth surrendering to the dark side, or if we should try some sort of subtle intervention. But I have already tried a subtle intervention with someone else tonight, at the Elle Girl party, and I’m not in the mood for another one. We think it’s time for tequila.
Then Adrien Grenier puts his arms around our shoulders and tells us to follow him to a bar, and we sort of lose it and smile uncontrollably and abandon our drinks and our night immediately.
Yeah…
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