This clever tale of Imposter Syndrome in action (hey, we’ve ALL got it so what the heck) is packed with wisdom and attitude, and as regular TVWriter™ visitors know, we’re hardcore admirers of both.
by Zack Ford
On a hot spring day in 2013, I exited the Kips Bay brownstone in Manhattan where I lived in a rent-controlled studio apartment with my girlfriend and a white cat, walked west to 5th Avenue and then south to 23rd Street, to one of the few remaining Radio Shacks in history. Here, I bought an item just as outré as the store itself: an answering machine for a landline telephone. I had a plan to hack Hollywood.