probably deserves a thread. I know @Corpsey is a fan. Thinking about the transcendental appeal here, the figure of Carly as a non-person more than a stand-in—if you look at pictures of her from between her different eras, you'll notice that she doesn't even look like the same person. We don't need to discuss the overwrought (mediocre, overdetermined) Max Landis music crit mini-site but there's something to the idea that she's relentlessly specific in approaching romance as borderline, tense, nausea-inducing. A hyperobject one never touches.