I had a more pressing social problem: I did not know how to tell a white lie. I didn’t even have the grace to realize when you should tell a white lie. In my own well-meaning way, I was becoming a bit of an asshole. “I plead the fifth” was my catchphrase. In England.
I wrote a funny essay on modeling and being a well-meaning American asshole in Europe for The Paris Review.

Don’t even get me started about having to watch Claire Danes age into a sinewy ballerina of a woman, her even skin and taut limbs offering no proof that she was ever a teenager at all. It’s like watching a dear friend—your sister, a twin—wear a diamond ring the size of a lighthouse, move to the suburbs, and vanish forever. I say this knowing that Claire Danes (the actress) is not the same as Angela Chase (the character), but memories are no more rational than dreams.
— “My Rayannes” by Emma Straub on the Paris Review website. Her book Other People We Married is coming out very soon - I had the chance to read an ARC of it and I loved it so much. Terrifically funny, with goofy laughter and sadness that was truly, truly reminiscent of Lorrie Moore.