Leandra Medine is obviously an important voice for our generation… she and Lena Dunham must hang out in some LES wine bar, typing out their hilarious stream of consciousness, praying to the altar of Liz Lemon, for all of us 20-something girls (and gays, lets be real) to relate to. I finally got around to reading her book, and not since Bossy Pants have I Laughed Out Loud on my couch, by myself.
While the Fashion Girl will appreciate the importance of the fact that the clutch she vomited into in Paris was vintage Hermès, any girl (or gay) can commiserate with having to many glasses of rosè at a strange party, right? But it's not all embarrassing stories and foibles, Leandra gets endearingly real with us, taking us through the ups and downs of her relationship with her now-husband, (the Man REPELLER got married! So can I!) and all the questionable suitors in-between. And let me tell you- girlfriend pulled off a chic wedding, look it up, it's my NYC wedding dream.
I love that she is open about her Jewish faith, and doesn't give a fuck if there's a fabulous party at The Box on Friday night- it's Shabbat dammit! We need more girls like Leandra in the media… I take that back, she and Lena are all we need.