Pronounced

It’s Saturday morning, and even though it’s Thanksgiving break, Lisa and I are in her bedroom, in NYC, studying. “Ok,” Lisa stops, looks up and says, “give me a 5ex symbol.” “I.. I don’t have one on me.” I say, apologetically. “NAME one.” she clarifies. “Are there “5ex symbols” anymore?” I say, with air-quotes, “Who’s “Marilyn Monroe” today -Kim Kardashian - oooo - or Kendall Jenner?” “I read Emily Ratajkowski refer to herself as a 5ex symbol the other day.” Lisa says. “Is that the model that said she was groped at a photo-shoot?” I ask, as I google her. “Yeah,” Lesa nods, “but it was a music video shoot.” “Do you think I could model?” I ask, as I pose vampingly. “Be unflinchingly honest.” I request. “Hhmmmm,” she considers, framing me in a finger rectangle pretend camera. “You’re like Marilyn Monroe,” she says, “in a training bra.” *We burst out laughing* “Back to the subject,” Lisa says, “name a guy you think of as a 5ex symbol.” “Humphrey Bogart!“ I say. “Humphrey Bogart?? No!” she rejects him, wrinkling her nose, “too old-timey and dead, besides, he was a MOVIE star - come ON, a real one - SAY!” Michael Gandolfini!” I offer. “??Michael Gandolfini??” she says, sounding stumped as her fingers google him. *I make a dreamy “mmmm,” yummy sound. “Oh, my GOD,” she says, and looks up for confirmation. “Humphrey Bogart and Michael Gandolfini - HONESTLY, you have the WEIRDEST taste!” I was shocked, “No, seriously, don’t you think Michael looks kind of soft, cute and.. LUVable?” She groans, “You’re going to marry an ugly man someday - aren’t you?” She pronounces, shaking her head. “AM NOT!” I responded, throwing a pillow at her head (a pillow fight ensues).