Someone just sent me Gawker/Soho House fan fiction. Dear. God. This is clearly one of those things that needs to be killed at birth. (Send me more!) A sample: "'The Management forces us to make trucker hats, and on our down time, the only acceptable subjects we can discuss are Bjork, Zaha Hadid, and Deconstructionism. I don't know if I can take it anymore!' a literary agent said among the group. 'But I'll be damned if I move back to Nebraska and forlornly read some ratty copy of Der Speigel.'"
Soho in Da House [Clodia of Rome]