I feel like, at the Annual Meeting of the Jessicas, Chastain and I would sit together and roll our eyes whenever Simpson or Biel started talking and then later, over the cronuts, I’d be all, “what are you wearing this time?” and she’d be all, “don’t you like it?” and I’d be like, “eh.” And then, I don’t know, Alba would start harassing Pare about whether or not Megan Draper was going to live through this season of Mad Men and we’d have to go rescue her.
I feel like “eh” kind of covers this:
I love that fabric and I like that cut and overall, I would be in love with this but something about it is just EH. We’ll bring it up at the next meeting, unless you can fix it first. HOLD FORTH.