apparently fantastically smart, cool, and fashionable twelve year olds with shweet blogz are automatically put in the same category as sasquatch and ol' nessie.
let me say this, nymag and all random haters take note: miss tavi, the style rookie, is real. and basically awesomer than most of us.
we had lunch. she got to see what a magazine office is like. we discussed the cdg/lv bags. someone in the elevator thought she was MY DAUGHTER (yeah, that has neverrr happened to me before. especially since i still get carded at rated R movies. but i would adopt her in a sec so WHATEVS.).
as soon she's old enough i'd welcome her to be the star intern in our office.
and then she'll steal all of our jobs.
i cannot express the rage and annoyance i am feeling towards all the snippysaucy commentary about her.
yes, she is articulate and funny and smart and has a great eye for fashion.
but let's not forget she's not even a teenager and has maybe not developed the hard, jaded shell that the rest of us may have already, mmmkay jealousysnarksters?? great, thanks.
photo by dad of tavi, collage of us with delicious beverage by the super real and amazing T