The Best Friend Manifesto Holla! By now, I hope you’ve read and loved The Worst Girlfriend in the World As a little add-on, I wrote this, which Franny and Alice would do well to remember. THE BEST FRIEND MANIFESTO Chicks before dicks.* Your friend’s secrets are your secrets too. To the grave and beyond. You don’t have to give your best friend your last rolo, but you do have to give them your second to last rolo. Friends are contractually obligated not to let each other out in public in an outfit that doesn’t work. A problem shared takes an awful lots of kettle chips. Any boy your friend has expressed an interest in is off-limits. End of. You are only allowed to admire him in a supportive way, but that’s it. “Yeah, you’d look perfect together.” Friends have veto rights before any photos of them are posted on the interweb. If your friend breaks up with her boyfriend, it’s always his fault. Always. Besides, his eyes were too close together and his nostrils were too big and you never liked him anyway. In addition, friends listen to Gretchen Weiner. Friends share clothes, hair products, Instagram accounts, coursework notes but never eye make up, ...