There is a time in the life of every writer when she looks at the New York Times and calls it a Damn Rag. My first time was when I fact checked something in The Damn Rag for my own work at Houghton Mifflin and found The Damn Rag literally full of mistatements and conflicting eroneous facts.

Now ten years later, my eyes gaze upon the glory of the prose of Mary-Kate Olsen in The Damn Rag, and I do, in many respects, wonder about the future of civilization.

Read Mary-Kate on her Chanel bag. Turn to the side. Vomit. And, if you dare, read her by-line in the New York Times. Friends, I suggest self-medication afterward.

Via Gawker