Sarah Hepola
"I used to spend my afternoons watching the Real World. [...] It wasn't so bad. I had a great roommate, a beautiful gay man who cooked for me and signed his emails “Your boyfriend.” We attended important dinner parties together and he drove me home as I slumped in the passenger seat, drunk and chatty. Or maybe I used to watch The Real World back when I lived alone, when I ate frozen dinners, when I drove myself home from dinner parties and woke up regretting everything."