Emily DiDonato was in Vogue Greece and that’s exciting because she doesn’t show up in much these days (she’s going to school at Columbia and I guess Ivy League educations leave little time for modeling). So I am grateful to see her even if I am suspicious of just how Greek this issue of Vogue is. In fairness, I have not actually gotten my hands on the issues because I don’t know where you get Drachma, which I am going to assume is what Greeks use to pay for things because all of my knowledge of Greece comes from Mythology. But more importantly, my dear friend @wildflagsure is Greek and has confirmed many times to me the core thing that makes something Greek is Feta Cheese and Olives. Like if you have a piece of chicken and you want Greek Chicken? You add feta cheese and Olives. Greek Cocoa Puffs? Add Feta Cheese and Olives and maybe some Greek Yogurt. I won’t lie, I hate shitting on other cultures but that sounds disgusting to me. Still, that is what makes something Greek. They’re just like us except with Olives and Feta. The problem is, I looked at all the pictures and I don’t see any Olives or Feta cheese. Which makes me question if it is even a Greek Magazine at all. Maybe she has them stuffed into her pockets or something. Not how I would transport them but hey, I’m the sort of Philistine willing to shit on putting Olives and Feta in chocolate cake without even trying it. That is of course, the recipe for Greek Chocolate Cake. Anyway, Emily looked good and so I posted her. Because today I want to fuck Emily DiDonato.