Sigh. Giggle. Sigh.

I would very much like to be Edith Zimmerman when I grow up. Why?

Is it because she does adorable crafts? No. I also do adorable crafts.

Is it because she is the editor and a popular blogger on a well-known web site? No, I’m far too lazy to admire that sort of consistent productivity.

The reason that Edith is my new hero is that she somehow managed to turn what could have been another boring celebrity profile, this time of Chris Evans, into something that completely transcends the celebrity profile genre. There’s humor, there’s pathos, there’s pecs. Allegedly.

Since we’re the same age and live concurrently, there’s no possible way for me to be reincarnated as Edith, but I’d like to live a day in her life, or at least somehow get the opportunity to give her first-hand information about what Chris Evan’s chest feels like.