When you live in the city, name-dropping is pretty standard. Everyone from the cashier at your local bodega to your hairstylist to the President of the United States (ugh) does it. Name-dropping can go two ways: it's either a verbal version of a stimulant or the verbal version of cyanide for a conversation. A douchey name-dropper can leave an ickier taste in your mouth than coconut water (are we still pretending that shit tastes good?) and make you cringe so hard that it'll crease your meticulously applied eye makeup. Here are some ways to be a little less Jonathan Cheban and a little more Andy Cohen when it comes to doing the deed!