“I was tired of hearing the same diatribe from all my Manhattan friends: “You have to fight to the death to get the job you want! You have to spend every waking minute stalking people down and personally handing them your resume! Then you have to send them and their assistants cupcakes! Then you have to mail them a hand-written note to follow up! Then you have to offer them your first-born child!” In Paris, it’s kind of like, “What do you feel like eating tonight?” and “I hear there’s a good art exhibit at the Pompidou. Maybe we’ll go.” There aren’t so many SHOULDS in Paris as there are in New York.”
— Haley Hogan, Addicted to Strangers
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