Ana Marie Cox: I am not saying the J-Timb partook in anything. Just that it was apparently debauched in a sadly cliche way. (Not sad in the moment but the boyfriend loved telling this story and eventually that made me sad.)

This subhed is savage, but the cattiness is perhaps undermined by the decision to send it out as a push alert.

One of my favorite weird two-degree stories is that I dated a guy who spent two days partying with Justin Timberlake in Miami Beach in a kind of quasi “Hangover” situation. Illegal substances were involved, bottle service, ladies, a trek home with no shoes.

I am not saying the J-Timb partook in anything. Just that it was apparently debauched in a sadly cliche way. (Not sad in the moment but the boyfriend loved telling this story and eventually that made me sad.)

What was it about your boyfriend telling that story that made you sad?

It was clearly one of the most exciting things that ever happened to him.

Right, so why did that make you sad?

I feel like there’s the seed of a Mary Gaitskill short story here

TBF if that happened to me it’d be one of the most exciting things to ever happen in my life!

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