Hey, remember that awkward as hell summer when I was a 19-year-old who had braces and taught a bunch of kids how to sing in public and dance to Shakira? I opted to bash one of my former co-counselors for Nadia Chaudury’s recent piece up on The Awl BECAUSE I HOLD GRUDGES, MAN.
(I don’t really. Truth be told I feel kind of bad for calling out somebody over a Napoleon complex. Still, I’m pretty sure that being that hardcore about improv for kids makes you the definition of obnoxious.)