You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You are not Brad Pitt.

So, seriously, you're not Brad Pitt. And it's kind of weird that you keep pretending to be him. Your life will be so much more honest (yet altogether sadder and less handsome) once you realize this. And thanks to a fellow named Richard Trammell, you can see what your life really looks like: Brad Pittless.

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Liana Maeby grew up in Los Angeles and it has made her just as terrible as you'd expect. A graduate of USC's film school, she previously worked as an editor for, and has written for publications like Interview and The Village Voice. Her first book, a satirical work entitled "Earl Can Hurl (You Can Hurl Too)" written when she was eight, remains unpublished.