A post like this proves that Ms. Kash will never be the Kurt Anderson to Lat's Graydon Carter.
Low-rent/ceiling versions, bien sur.

Nice Schadenfreude pour moi as a girl who dumped me at Harvard works there now...
though not quite die grosse Freude like the fact her new chef boyfriend once offered to fellate me in the library.

Milbank to shitty 80s firm!

Of course I will have myself cloned as soon as I can; of course everyone will get themselves cloned as soon as they can. I will go to the Bahamas, New Zealand or the Canaries; I will pay the asking price (moral and financial demands have always counted for little next to the demand for reproduction). I will probably have two or three clones, as you have two or three children; between their births, I will allow for an adequate gap (not too narrow, not too wide); as an already mature man, I will behave like a responsible father. I will make sure my clones have a good education; then I will die. I will die without pleasure, because I do not wish for death. Through my clones, I will have reached a certain form of survival - not completely satisfying, but superior to the one which ordinary children would have brought me. For the time being, it is the most that western technology can offer.

Can an obnoxious 2L at Vandy tell me which firms cover this under their "healthplan"?
Merci.

Trade offs? Mais oui!
Transparent racism and no career progression pour les GWEILO white devils...
Smog that makes Century City smell like Geneva...
Firm mandated bar girl alcohol expat culture guarantees mon ami Hepatitis B or Cirrhosis (pour mes copines, le celibicy bien sur)...
Billable hour targets that would make Wachtell feel like Troutman Sanders...
A third of your work equivalent to being a 3rd grade English teacher...

Vous aussi peut etre FILTH (Fail In London, Try Hongkong)

6:34

First, excuse my poor conjugation of pouvoir above. I'm drunk.

Second, living in the sad sad Asian metropolis leads the bored and the boring to be completement bourre on Orchard or Hollywood Road with bitter partners drowning their sorrows who need the company of les anglophones underlings until matched up with even sadder locals oppressed not by Western sexual morality but by corrupt capitalism and crony communism into an exchange of money and fluids.

Vivre sa vie!

"You could have been my son, but you're not. Remember that. We'll do business, but you're not family."

Il était une fois quand Papa Partner spoke to young Michel.