Tag Archives: What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

I’m on board with the quarter-life crisis. I think it’s a valid issue, worthy of web-discussion and moderately priced paperbacks. I think it’s even worthy of a fun, sexy, almost-dark comedy like Lola Versus. But—and I say this as a twentysomething gal who has wept over many a brunch—it ain’t the end of the world. As is often the case with my it-could-be-so-much-worse theory of psychology, I’d like to gently remind you that you’re probably doing okay.