It's so hard, it's taken me almost 30 years to learn how to do it in the most rudimentary way. People in New York hate this. Learn to love the depth of the mirror!
Listen, I may be generationally poor, single, and cursed with low, Irish cheekbones but I have the best friends in the entire world who jet me to Europe when I'm feeling low. I'm going for like 72 hours and that's enough time to get fucked up at this dive bar near Moulin Rouge where the bouncer is strapped with a machine gun with my friends and eat a croissant.
