Capsule Review of Marie Calloway's “Adrien Brody”

Most scandals just aren't all that interesting, because, like dreams, we really only care about them if they're about us or about someone relatively famous.  Sometimes I think the great tragedy of third-wave feminism was its occasional tacit confusion of narcissism for agency.  This story is okay.  It reminds me of why I always regret having company over.  Or being company, for that matter.