Miranda July Is Fucking Terrible
If yesterday you were given a magic lamp and forced to conjure Miranda July into existence, you would have asked the genie for a Diablo Cody who tries ten times as hard to say something even shallower than her current body of work. July, like Cody (who also shares the distinction of having a fake name that immediately makes you think, “Holy shit, what an obviously contrived name”), is one of few nationally recognized creative types to offer a nearly 1:1 ratio between your finding out who she is, and finding that you already loathe her.
