Normally, I’d give her kind of a hard time about this — if only for the fact that her hem looks like someone tacked it up with tape at the last minute, and poorly:

But I have suddenly imagined her as the sassy, crime-fighting heroine of a young adult novel set in the 60s (or, actually, more like dating from the 60s and moldering unappreciated on the back shelf of the library) — like, an early Anastasia Krupnik mixed with Harriet the Spy, with a penchant for Mod — and now I kind of want to hug her and give her a tomato sandwich and ask her about her day and whether or not she rode up someone’s dumbwaiter surreptitiously.

What do you think?

[Photo: Getty]

Tags: Zosia Mamet