This morning went by as usual. I got out of the gym and straight into my vintage Burberry yellow-brown-and-white checked shirt. I put on these comfortable gap pants and Kenneth Cole belt, and left ready to take over the world, driving like a maniac and drinking Diet Coke. I went on singing “Poker Face” until I finally parked and proceeded to go to my little laptop, on this brownish desk I hate so much. But I wasn’t feeling like working, so I started reading the New York Times and bumped into a blog that left me aghast…