What pushes Levy’s stories beyond being merely on the level of smart magazine essays is the empathy you can sense below the starkness of her sentences. A typical observation: “When I’m at a party and I look across the room I can see everyone holding their red Solo cups and hurting.”

"When I am at a party, I feel like nobody understands me," said the voice of a generation.

One character is nearly canceled when, on a college radio station, she says, “Trigger warnings trigger me.”

2014 sent a Vine; they want their joke back.

Generations no longer understand one another because we haven’t been injected with the same memes.

"Marvy. Fab. Far out," deadpanned Calvin's father.