![]() ![]() People shared embarrassing celebrity interactions and creepy cases of déjà vu they recounted the circuitous ways they once got out of jams or backed into jobs or met the loves of their lives, each one a tiny little memoir of varying quality starring the storyteller in the lead role. ![]() “Tell me a story about yourself,” the user “adribbleofink” had asked, that “sounds like a lie but is absolutely true.” The thousands of replies felt almost like an elegant, if inadvertent, tribute to Wurtzel, a woman who spent decades doing exactly that. After writer Elizabeth Wurtzel died at age 52 on Tuesday from complications related to breast cancer, the news was sandwiched in my Twitter feed between responses to one of those uncool yet irresistible tweet-prompts from a rando that had been going around for days. ![]()
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