All these french people keep asking to follow me on instagram. I feel like Carrie when she runs away to Paris with the Russian and meets her Parisian fans who are all like, “Le Sex! Le Sex! Le Cit-ay! Sex!” and she’s like, “Oui! That’s me!” and then she ditches their dinner party invitation but instead of me ditching a party (which I would never do especially if it’s in my honor and I know I won’t have to pick up the tab) I’m ditching their requests to follow me. You’ll always be less than me, french people.