My seatmate on the flight from San Francisco to LA was Laura Albert aka JT LeRoy, which, remember that? She was wearing a yellow leather Miss Sixty jacket and sunglasses she refused to take off during the flight. She spent every non-flying moment talking on the phone to an unidentified person, mostly about how being famous isn’t as glamorous as you’d think but try explaining that to your ‘toxic’ sister, who sees one picture of you in a magazine (at a party, with other celebrities) and totally assumes that she really gets what your life is like even though she has no idea.

In related news, it’s really hard to laugh out loud at another person and pass it off as a chuckle stemming from your reading material when your reading material is an academic text on sexual danger in Victorian London.