New York

Let Me Cliche You With Thanks


This will just take a New York minute.

I need to open the floodgates, stop stuffing my feelings, think outside the box, and tap into my inner game changer, so I can deal with the elephant in the room.

We’ve had a really good dynamic — in fact, you’re the textbook definition of a generous spirit — and I’m tickled pink to have you in the mix. (Yep, I’m inclusive — but enough about me. What do you think about me?)

You’re epic, edgy, organic, a real grassroots operation. You’re a palate cleanser. You’ve got my back. You’re a one-person Benetton ad.

Let me put on my tap shoes because I’m usually not invited to this party, and first and foremost, you’re a rock star who elevates the discourse.

Irregardless of that, you take things to a whole new level, and you do so while wearing many hats as a multihyphenate with real passion.

I’m so glad you attached yourself to this project — which you shepherded from inception — and though you sometimes channel a drama queen, the bottom line is that you’re not a walking train wreck or a hot mess and I totally hear ya.

You’re my go-to place whenever I want to feed off your energy, and with all due respect you’re so good for the environment, too, at the end of the day.

You’re a hot-button issue.

You’ve created an arc.

You’re like a sister to me.

You pop off the page.

You do the math.

You didn’t get the memo?

It’s a no-brainer.

Hello, pot!

I want to thank my cast.

Or not.

I’m just sayin’.


You level the playing field.


Big kiss.


There, I’ve covered all the bases.

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