From Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself To Live", which I recently began reading. This line had me laughing for about five minutes straight. Out loud. In public.
"In all probability, you will also complain about the author's reliance on self-indulgent, postmodern self-awareness, which will prompt the person you're conversing with to criticize the influence of Dave Eggers on the memoir writing genre. Then your cell phone will ring, and you will agree to meet someone for brunch."