Rachelle Hampton

So Morgan's full of hope, which can tend to make you a little bit reckless. Um, so towards the end of this last closed party, she gets a chance to talk to Grant for the first time. Grant has a fellowship of Mother Jones lined up. It's even paid. So she congratulates him. And then she's like, so when should I pick up my couch? And at first, Grant looks confused. And then a little sheepish.

And Morgan is an observant bitch, so she is immediately like, what's wrong? Grant's like, Morgan, I'm so sorry. And Morgan feels her eye twitch before she responds, sorry for what? And that's when Grant tells her that he completely forgot that he had promised her the couch. Oh. And that when Kobe, his roommate, asked if he could keep it, Grant said yes.

And Morgan is an observant bitch, so she is immediately like, what's wrong? Grant's like, Morgan, I'm so sorry. And Morgan feels her eye twitch before she responds, sorry for what? And that's when Grant tells her that he completely forgot that he had promised her the couch. Oh. And that when Kobe, his roommate, asked if he could keep it, Grant said yes.

Tonight is the couch's last night in Grant's care. Morgan's trying not to freak out, but she is devastated. She had so many plans for the big blue couch. She knew exactly where it was going to go in her very first off-campus apartment, right underneath the big picture window with southern exposure. So every day she'd wake up to the couch bathed in beautiful morning light.

Tonight is the couch's last night in Grant's care. Morgan's trying not to freak out, but she is devastated. She had so many plans for the big blue couch. She knew exactly where it was going to go in her very first off-campus apartment, right underneath the big picture window with southern exposure. So every day she'd wake up to the couch bathed in beautiful morning light.

Kobe would not appreciate the couch like she would. Kobe had once told Morgan that there wasn't a difference between turquoise and cerulean. Oh, boy. He wouldn't know that the couch was the most perfect shade of ultramarine blue. Grant does that, you know, drunk white man thing and mumbles an apology before kind of just patting her shoulder and ambling off.

Kobe would not appreciate the couch like she would. Kobe had once told Morgan that there wasn't a difference between turquoise and cerulean. Oh, boy. He wouldn't know that the couch was the most perfect shade of ultramarine blue. Grant does that, you know, drunk white man thing and mumbles an apology before kind of just patting her shoulder and ambling off.

It's very clear that he is washing his hands of this whole couch business. He's basically graduated. Not his circus. Not his monkeys. How are you feeling, Saatchi? What do you do now? The couch that has been promised to you is soon going to be in the possession of one of your greatest enemies.

It's very clear that he is washing his hands of this whole couch business. He's basically graduated. Not his circus. Not his monkeys. How are you feeling, Saatchi? What do you do now? The couch that has been promised to you is soon going to be in the possession of one of your greatest enemies.

Especially Kobe.

Especially Kobe.

That's exactly where you should be. Morgan does not set the couch on fire. She loves the couch too much. But Morgan also has to leave for her unpaid internship in Brooklyn the next day. So she can't really do anything. She spends the whole summer doing her little menial task and spending way too much money in Williamsburg, spending far too much time at Union Pool. She's figuring out the G train.

That's exactly where you should be. Morgan does not set the couch on fire. She loves the couch too much. But Morgan also has to leave for her unpaid internship in Brooklyn the next day. So she can't really do anything. She spends the whole summer doing her little menial task and spending way too much money in Williamsburg, spending far too much time at Union Pool. She's figuring out the G train.

She loves Manhattan Hinge. She's having a great time. Beautiful. And in between all of that, she's plotting. She's scheming. So that when she lands back in town in the fall, she's much broker than when she left, but she also has a plan. First action item, find couch. Huge news! Our Dowager Queen, Kelsey McKinney, wrote a New York Times best-selling book of beautiful essays about gossip.

She loves Manhattan Hinge. She's having a great time. Beautiful. And in between all of that, she's plotting. She's scheming. So that when she lands back in town in the fall, she's much broker than when she left, but she also has a plan. First action item, find couch. Huge news! Our Dowager Queen, Kelsey McKinney, wrote a New York Times best-selling book of beautiful essays about gossip.

It's called You Didn't Hear This From Me, mostly true notes on gossip, and I am obsessed. It's about how we use gossip to learn about ourselves. It's about Britney Spears and Weston Caleb and Gilgamesh and Picasso. It's so fun. And not to be biased, but I kind of think it's pretty excellent. It's out right now in a hardback and a super sexy audiobook, which Kelsey narrates.

It's called You Didn't Hear This From Me, mostly true notes on gossip, and I am obsessed. It's about how we use gossip to learn about ourselves. It's about Britney Spears and Weston Caleb and Gilgamesh and Picasso. It's so fun. And not to be biased, but I kind of think it's pretty excellent. It's out right now in a hardback and a super sexy audiobook, which Kelsey narrates.

Morgan, she's a journalist. She's an investigator. She watched a lot of Criminal Minds growing up, so she's prepared to do some, like, backroom dealing. Over the course of a week, she methodically works her way through every single member of the student newspaper under the guise of checking in as the incoming deputy editor and reporting.

Morgan, she's a journalist. She's an investigator. She watched a lot of Criminal Minds growing up, so she's prepared to do some, like, backroom dealing. Over the course of a week, she methodically works her way through every single member of the student newspaper under the guise of checking in as the incoming deputy editor and reporting.

Somehow in every check-in conversation, she's like, remember that really nice couch that Grant had last year? It's such a shame that no one knows where it's at. Do you know where it's at? Luckily for her, everyone on the paper was obsessed with the couch, so they are all down to muse about his current location. No one has seen Kobe's new place.