The takeaway: we’re all pawns to our anxious desires. Social media and other factors are making things worse. But if we can laugh at ourselves as Natasha and I did, then maybe there’s hope.
, especially if you’re a Jane Austen fan and want to see Natasha use her management consultant chops to rank and rate all the eligible men in Austen’s six completed novels. Her “algorithm” is based on the categories of morals, fortune, manners, and fuckability.
And I recommend Natasha’s novel The Portrait Of A Mirror. Both my wife and I loved it. The book’s cover of Caravaggio’s Narcissus gazing at his reflection and the Vulture blurb “Gossip Girl meets The Secret History” should tell you what you need to know.
Finally, the last word on how our desires arise goes to Hannibal Lector with an assist from Marcus Aurelius. Two minutes, forty seconds.
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