Fran

Fran Lebowitz is exactly how you would imagine her. Like a blur of Cher and Albert Einstein, she exudes the craziness of ‘man with electricity coming out of his wispy hair’ and the sophistication of ‘Oh, I talk like this, my voice all deep and my luscious locks framing my face perfectly.’ Albeit, Fran looks like a writer. Not a romance one, but also not one who writes persuasive essays. No, she writes like the voice in your head. In that sense, she’s not a writer, but a speaker. At times, she looks like an embalmed mummy while at others, an eccentric grandma. If she were reading this, there would be hysterical laughing or blood curdling screams. Even her name screams ‘queen in a blazer.’ But, when you hear her speak, such a sense of awe enters your soul. She sounds like a TEDx speaker. But Fran doesn’t care about how she sounds, she cares about the words she imparts upon you. She cares about the depth of her words. “If people disagree with me, so what?” - Fran Lebowitz