A Movie to Watch—And Weep Over—Alone
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Good morning, and welcome back to The Daily’s Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer reveals what’s keeping them entertained.
Today’s special guest is senior associate editor Faith Hill. A wearer of many hats, Faith edits stories for our Family section, commissions and edits our original poetry submissions, , as a writer, frequentlychronicles eye-opening trends in relationships and human behavior. She recently wrote about the awkward in-between-ship of early-stage entanglement, the widespread misinterpretation of , and couples. In our survey, Faith discusses her “sick” childhood obsession with the singer Avril Lavigne, how she recently loved (and wept at) the movie , and her coming to terms with, in rewatching the TV series , the startling possibility that she just might
