Tay may be in her zone, but, conveniently, for one moment, just as she passed over Jia’s head (which was alternately blown-away or suitably hipster bored to tears - I can’t tell which wins) she had a moment of being something else. Like clickbait. Or dreams of the day someone’s Pulitzer will surely come.
Why can’t you see-eeeee
A Pulitzer belongs to meee-ee-ee