Mindy Kaling sometimes (ok, maybe more than sometimes) talks about how she would like to be friends with Beyonce. And why wouldn’t she? That is a reasonable wish/life goal/aspiration/whatever. Obviously she wants that. It would be awesome to be friends with someone that awe-inspiring and amazing and bodysuit-owning. I felt that same feeling about the delightful Kaling herself as I read through her first book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (And Other Concerns). She is very likable. And funny and smart and she writes about clothes and family and dudes and also (so insightful and great and gives hope to other writerly types, ahem) how she came to be a writing-tv-acting superstar. And also (very important shit here) she writes about friendships in a non-self-help, non-creepy/ugly/lame greeting card kind of way. For reals friendship shizz, all right? And like any good friend (in at this point a still fake, unsubstantiated friendship) I didn’t totally agree with her on everything, (it’s okay to have a different philosophy on dudes or whatever) but I was all like, ‘you tell it like you think it, bookfriend.’ Or something like that.
So, the book and I are now friends. We’ve talked about our feelings. It’s a good companion. I suggest you befriend it too. It will even let you borrow it’s clothes. Even that cute dress. Yes, that one.
