A series about #nofilter #lifegoals and falling for a guy so old he used LiveJournal
Lizette Clary is the best copywriter at RMG, but she’s famous for being Epic Fail Girl, an internet meme so notorious that she still gets butt-shaped pizzas delivered to her door. She’s up for a huge promotion, but there’s a catch: She has to compete for New Media Editor with the Jason Moon. A socially conscious Pulitzer-winning photojournalist who used to have a LiveJournal. He STILL uses an AOL email address. Lizette can’t believe she, wunderkind of the Web of Things, has to compete with a wunder-old-guy of Gen X.
Jason Moon doesn’t understand a single thing about the histrionic lifestyle of the human garbage known online as @ZetZetZet either. She posts everything to Instagram. She manages her Facebook ads from the toilet. Her infamy springs from an accidental fart during a live-streamed fashion show. Luckily for Lizette, Jason doesn’t really want to be New Media Editor. He’s looking for something a lot more meaningful than a job in upper management – though he doesn’t know exactly what yet. It’s been a long time since he’s been inspired.
They’ve got six months working together, like it or not. Jason claims he can make Lizette worthy of the job if she follows his rules. He’ll teach her to look professional, show up on time, and blend in with the corporate upper crust. In exchange, she’ll teach him about modern day. You know, sort of like a vampire’s human servant, but wearing Bebe. And Lizette will try not to notice how amazing Jason always smells. And how desperately she just wants to be near him, even if he is almost forty years old (gross).
And maybe, just maybe, Jason will admit he’s inspired by a human meme. Probably at the same time Lizette puts her phone down to connect with the first IRL follower who cares about a lot more than her Epic Fails.
My Fair Millennial is Pygmalion run through the X-Pro filter with Snapchat puppy ears. A hilarious contemporary romance filled with slapstick, sexual tension, and enough 2014 pop culture to leave you swinging from the chandeliers.