WAIT. DID JACOB ELORDI JUST TAKE A PICTURE OF KENDALL JENNER???

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Kendall Jenner closed Bottega Veneta’s Spring 2027 show in Milan on September 26. Jacob Elordi was sitting front row, and when she walked past, he pulled out a little camera to take her picture.

Apparently, we’re doing romance like it’s 2004.

And listen, I can enjoy a cute moment without demanding that everybody involved provide a formal statement.

But I have questions.

Did he get the shot?

Does Kendall get to approve it?

Is there a little folder somewhere labeled Kendall in Milan?

Because that would be adorable.

Kendall, meanwhile, was closing the show in a dramatic black draped dress. Very chic. Very Bottega.

Some people have extremely interesting Saturdays.

Mine involved laundry.

Anyway, moving on before I start asking to see the photographs.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL SUMMER TO WEAR A JACKET. NOW WHAT?

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It’s fall.

Finally.

I’ve been waiting for this.

The coats. The boots. The scarves. The opportunity to leave my apartment looking like I have somewhere incredibly important to be.

And now that fall is here, I have discovered something troubling.

I still don’t know what to wear.

How is that possible?

I’ve spent the entire summer saving outfit references, mentally purchasing coats and imagining the person I would become once the temperature dropped.

Apparently, that person has an unlimited clothing budget.

I do not.

So I’m trying something revolutionary this season: wearing the clothes I already own.

A good jacket. Great jeans. Boots I forgot I had. One slightly unnecessary accessory.

For personality.

Not every outfit needs to be a reinvention.

Sometimes getting dressed is just getting dressed.

Although I will be looking at leather jackets this evening.

For research.

WHY DOES EVERYBODY NEED AN ANSWER FROM ME RIGHT NOW???

When did having a phone become a legally binding agreement to be available at all times?
Because I don’t remember signing anything.
The messages. The emails. The group chats. The follow-up messages about the original messages.
The person who sends “???” because you haven’t responded in approximately 26 minutes.
Girl.
I was eating.
I understand that some things are urgent.
But not every message is an emergency.
Sometimes somebody just wants to know what you’re doing Saturday.
And I don’t even know what I’m doing Saturday.
It’s Monday.
Please allow me to discover that information at a reasonable pace.
I think our phones have made everybody feel permanently available. You can see when somebody was online, when they read your message, and sometimes whether they’re typing.
Suddenly, a perfectly ordinary delay becomes a situation.
Maybe they’re upset.
Maybe they’re ignoring you.
Or maybe they’re in the shower.
I don’t know.
I like communicating. I like my friends. I answer my work emails.
I simply don’t think every conversation needs to happen at the speed of a breaking-news alert.
There’s a difference between being available to the people in your life and being permanently on call.
One is a relationship.
The other sounds like employment.
And unless somebody is putting me on payroll, I would appreciate a little flexibility.
Anyway.
I have three unread messages.
A gym bag sitting by the door.
And a jacket I’ve been waiting four months to wear.
Apparently, I have a lot going on.
I’ll get back to everybody.
Eventually.
TTYL.