tesslynch:
the feeling you get when you see one of your peers in glossy-paged press (Vanity Fair, New York Times Magazine, New York Magazine, The New Yorker)? What’s the word for this? It’s like Schadenfreude for yourself, a mix of self-pity and self-derision for not having the foresight to produce satirical internet videos in the early-aught era, or learned to play the bass guitar, or said something memorably snarky about Tinsley Mortimer within close proximity to a tabloid reporter. What were you doing all this time? Just formulating opinions and holding them in your mouth like lozenges.
If this word doesn’t exist, we need to make one up post haste.
