Monthly Archives: September 2006

Experience Freedom: Read a Banned Book (In Celebration of Banned Books Week)

My dream is that one day, I’ll write a book and it will be banned.

I’m serious. I can’t think of a better way to honor my writing. It’ll put me in good company. The Harry Potter books, The Giver, Bridge to Terabithia, To Kill a Mockingbird, and A Wrinkle in Time have also been banned.

What else do these books have in common? They’ve been banned for all sorts of reasons—swearing, violence, sex, contradiction to religious beliefs (because, you know, flying on a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak like Harry Potter is possible and everything).

But the other thing they have in common is that they all get kids to think.

When I was a sheltered suburban kid, books were how I learned about the world. Number the Stars and Freedom Crossing taught me about the parts of history we wish had never happened. I’d never thought seriously about modern-day racism until I read books about it, like Iggie’s House and certain Baby-Sitters Club books. If I had a problem, like having a fight with my friends or being teased by the popular kids, I’d seek out a book with a protagonist going through the same thing. I even learned about menstruation after reading the word in a book and asking my mom what it meant.

The fact is, books, unlike TV and movies and videogames, can never be called mindless entertainment. The fact that they do get kids to think is undeniable. The books I’ve mentioned that have been banned get them to think about concepts like good and evil and the importance of choice. About serious issues like death and violence and racism. Sometimes just about the possibility of a world other than the one they live in. And because they can’t physically see the story they’re reading unfold, using their imaginations isn’t an option.

Let me be clear: I’m not saying that parents don’t have the right to tell their kids they can’t read something they don’t feel is appropriate. I’m also not saying they should. What I am saying is that parents shouldn’t take away another kid’s right to read a good book just because they don’t want their kids reading something with swears (because all kids learn bad words from books) or homosexuality (because their own kids will never meet a gay person in real life) or sex (because there isn’t any other way a kid would possibly be exposed to sexual content) or anything else that they could, you know, just talk to their kids about.

And why won’t they talk to their kids about uncomfortable things? Because they want their kids to go on thinking the world is perfect? Because they don’t want their kids to know that there are people with different viewpoints?

Sadly, there are many people like this in the world. Just check out this web site. On one part of this site, people review movies and TV shows from a Christian perspective, and basically, if it’s not VeggieTales or The Passion of the Christ, someone is offended by it, whether it’s because there’s some vague implication of “magic” (which always means the devil) or because a brother and sister are fighting (which, you know, siblings never do in real life).

I should mention that my first sentence isn’t just idle talk. I actually did write a young adult novel for my senior thesis in college, which I’m currently editing so I can send it to an agent. It’s a book that deals with some serious issues and has some swearing in it. And honestly, while I’d love for it to be challenged, I wouldn’t love for it to be banned, because that would mean that overzealous parents had successfully kept my book out of the hands of kids other than their own.

So I think what I really wish is that a kid whose parents don’t want her to read my book will read it anyway—and think about what I have to say.

If TV Is Bad For You, Why Is There One In Every Hospital Room?

Two reasons to be happy:

1. We got student cable and Internet because my roommates are grad students. So at a really low rate, we have high-speed Internet and more channels than I know what to do with. I’ve never had the premium channels before. Now we have everything! I bet it won’t last, though. It’s probably free On-Demand for a month or something. But I’m enjoying it while we have it. Last week I was watching Bridezillas, and good Lord, that’s an unbelievable show. I can’t believe anyone would ever go on it. Who wants the whole world to know that she made her bridesmaids diet or had a restraining order put out against her after she flipped out at the florist who didn’t show up?

2. The new TV season starts this week!

I should explain something: I love TV. Love it. I wouldn’t call myself a couch potato– I don’t watch that much TV– but the shows I do watch I become obsessed with. I was a big X-Files fan, for instance, and I’m so good at Friends trivia it’s embarrasing. Now I can’t miss an episode of Gilmore Girls, even though it wasn’t as good last season. This year, there are a couple of new shows I want to check out. Here’s what I think I’ll be watching this year:

Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip: That starts tonight. I love Matthew Perry, so I’m glad to see him back on TV. And while I never really watched The West Wing (it was one of those shows I could appreciate for what it was but for some reason never really got into), I do like Aaron Sorkin’s writing.

Gilmore Girls: I hated the long-lost daughter plotline last season, but this is still one of my all-time favorite shows, and Luke and Lorelai are possibly my all-time favorite TV couple. I hope they bring back Marty this year.

Law & Order: SVU: I have to watch this show with my sister. We have all these inside jokes with it. The thing is, you kind of have to make fun of this show (and Ice-T, who cracks me up no matter what he’s saying) or else you actually start thinking about it, and then you say, “Why the hell am I watching this? This is the most depressing show on TV!” I’ll miss Mariska Hargitay, who’s on maternity leave at the beginning of this season, but I love this show for the characters, the plotlines that are twistier than a pretzel, and the potential it has for drinking games (every time Olivia says, “Son of a bitch,” every time Elliot mentions his kids, every “ching ching”).

Six Degrees: This one intrigues me. The six-degrees-of-separation theory is an interesting concept for a show– sounds very J.J. Abrams. I’ll have to check it out.

Desperate Housewives: Now, I do agree that last season wasn’t quite as good as the first one, but it wasn’t that bad. I still enjoyed watching the show, and I can’t wait for next season. Mike better not be dead!

Possibly CSI: I like this show a lot, in no small part due to the characters. But although I missed the season finale, I heard that Grissom and Sara got together or something. I’m completely against that, so I may not watch in protest.

Possibly The O.C.: I’m the only person in the world who started watching this show last year, when it was way past its prime (I know this because I got caught up with the DVDs). But I’m very curious to see what will happen now that the show’s most irritating character, Marissa, is dead. It could either get better (because duh, Marissa’s dead) or worse (because now everyone will be depressed). I don’t know why they had to kill her, though. They could have just had her go off to college somewhere.

I’ll tell you one thing that pisses me off: when people think that abstaining from TV makes them better than you. I think that’s ridiculous. Sure, there are terrible shows like Laguna Beach and One Tree Hill, but there are also movies like From Justin to Kelly and Gigli. But of course, no one thinks they’re superior for not watching movies. Because movies, apparently, are for the cultured among us and TV is for the uncultured. Such crap. TV shows that are done well are just as artful as good movies.

And even bad shows can be entertaining. I mean, take Bridezillas. Stupid, but an entertaining, guilty pleasure. And even American Idol, which I occasionally watch. The cheese factor of that show- especially the final episode- is part of its appeal.

One web site I regularly read and post on is Television Without Pity. The other people who read and post on this site are people who care about TV, and who like to analyze what’s good and bad about the shows they watch. But they are also some of the most intelligent people I have ever talked to, in real life or in the virtual world. They’re not just passionate about TV- they can have in-depth conversations about books, politics, religion, sports, movies, music, education, pop culture, parenting issues, you name it. From talking to them, I’ve learned about things like PhD programs, TV production, living with a disability, Orthodox Judaism, planning a wedding, being a stepparent, and music I’d never listened to before but now love.

It’s kind of ironic that the stereotype of the TV fan is the listless couch potato, because in my experience, the opposite is true. People who get really involved in TV shows tend to be passionate not just about TV, but about whatever they love. Being enthusiastic about a TV show is no different than being enthusiastic about a sports team. No one thinks it’s too weird when someone is obsessed with, say, the Red Sox. But I think most people would be surprised to learn that people who are obsessed enough with a show to discuss it in forums or write fanfic about it have many other interests and passions.

Really, I feel bad for anti-TV snobs. In their determination to look like connoiseurs of high culture, they’ve missed out on many an entertaining hour.

Katie Recommends: Why Moms Are Weird

This is going to be a semi-regular feature. I’ll blog about a book, movie, TV show, or musical artist that I like and discuss what else I’ve been reading/watching/listening to lately. These things aren’t necessarily my favorites, just things I like that you might not be familiar with.

Pamela Ribon, aka Pamie who used to recap Gilmore Girls at Television Without Pity (one of my favorite web sites), wrote her first book, Why Girls Are Weird, a few years ago. It was an enjoyable book that I’d definitely recommend to anyone who likes her web site, as the book is essentially its fictionalized version. Recently, her second book, Why Moms Are Weird, came out. I read it expecting to get a nice romantic comedy with more emphasis on familial relationships than her previous book.

What did I get instead? Holy shit. The biggest cliche you can use when reviewing something is “I laughed, I cried,” but for this book, nothing is truer. Pamie has made me laugh numerous times, and this book is no exception- the first chapter of the book is funnier than almost anything you’ll see on TV nowadays- but she also writes things like this:

“You can fight it, you can rationalize it, and you can pretend to ignore it, but you can’t stop love. You can’t help whom you bond with, and the need we have for each other. All you can do is try to handle it with respect, and ultimately do the right thing.”

It’s worth saying twice. Holy shit, Pamie. You made me cry. You hit on a truth that I’ve felt but could never put into words.

So now that I’ve described her style– laugh-out-loud funny one minute, amazingly and originally true and insightful the next– I should describe the plot. Despite the title, it’s not about the characters in Why Girls Are Weird. It’s about a young woman named Benny (for Belinda) who flies from LA to Virginia after her widowed mother and wild-child younger sister are in a car accident. Her mother has begun dating again, which, to say the least, is awkward for Benny, and her sister has a penchant for dating criminals. Meanwhile, Benny is torn between a guy in LA whom she was just getting to know and a guy she meets in Virginia.

A million other authors would write a terrible book with this premise, but Pamie pulls it off beautifully. She has a knack for writing realistic dialogue and throwing in pop culture references without making them seem forced. But more importantly, she creates very believable and likeable characters who seem like they could be your own relatives. Benny definitely isn’t perfect, but Pamie creates her with flaws without ever sacrificing her likeability.

Yeah, it’s kind of a girly book, so it’s not for everyone, but if you like fiction that hits close to home, you’ll probably like this one.

Other books I’ve been reading lately:

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer: Just as weird as it is wonderful and amazing. This book has everything– it’s original, beautifully written, and hopeful. Oskar Schell is a precocious nine-year-old whose father died in the World Trade Center on September 11th. Oskar sets off on a quest to find the lock that goes with a key his father left behind. Once you get past the fact that Oskar doesn’t sound anything like a nine-year-old, you have to marvel at Foer’s skill. He creates this distinct voice for Oskar that’s unlike anything I’v ever read, and some paragraphs I just have to keep re-reading so I can appreciate their beauty all over again. He also manages to find humor even in devastating situations. But what I really love is how Foer isn’t trying to be cool by being cynical or sarcastic or self-deprecating. He’s not afraid to try to write something genuinely moving, and he definitely succeeds.

Smashed by Koren Zailckas

As I think I’ve mentioned, I’m not a big drinker. But that doesn’t mean that alcohol wasn’t everywhere in college, and that I didn’t get stuck drunk-sitting my friends. In this memoir, Koren Zailckas, who is now 26, details her descent into alcohol abuse starting at age 14 and continuing through high school and college. Her writing is vivid, clear, and easy to relate to, and you’ll definitely recognize the scenarios she describes—the awkward freshman year of college, the depressed and drunk friend. Her point is that young girls often drink because of low self-esteem, and I couldn’t agree more.

Lost and Found by Carolyn Parkhurst

Carolyn Parkhurst’s first book, The Dogs of Babel, was a well-written novel with a kind of bizarre subject: a widower who tries to teach his dog to talk to find out whether his wife died accidentally or by suicide. This one is about a topic so obvious that I can’t believe I’ve never read anything similar: a group of people on a (fictional) reality show. It’s told from the points of view of seven different characters: everyone from an “ex-gay” couple to a former child star to a mother and daughter trying to repair their relationship. She really gets into these characters’ heads, and the plot, like any good reality show, is engaging and keeps you guessing. The only disappointment was the ending—I kind of wanted more. But it’s fun and extremely well-written, and I definitely recommend it.

A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby

Nick Hornby is a great writer, and not only because his books are funny and insightful with well-written plots. He has an amazing talent for taking subjects that sound really sappy and turning them into funny, remarkably unsentimental novels. Here, he writes about four people who go onto a rooftop in London to kill themselves on New Year’s Eve: a disgraced former talk show host, a mother of a severely handicapped son, a depressed teenage girl, and an American musician. After talking, they decide not to kill themselves and to check in on each other on Valentine’s Day. With a description like that, wouldn’t you think it would be really sappy? But it’s not. It’s funny and sarcastic and self-aware. There are lines like, “First, I’ll have you know that I scored very highly on Dr. Aaron T. Beck’s Suicide Intent Scale. I’ll bet you didn’t even know there was such a scale, did you? Well, there is, and I reckon I got something like twenty-one out of thirty points.” The book is told from all four main characters’ points of view, and they each have their own distinct voice. It doesn’t trivialize suicide, but rather points out the absurdity of it. What it’s really saying is that when you think you’re alone, you aren’t really, and that the world doesn’t revolve around your problems—it just keeps going. But of course, it says so in a much less sappy way.

Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner

First, a disclaimer: I do not think there’s anything inherently wrong with “chick lit.” A girl I knew in college actually wrote an entire thesis on why chick lit is worthless, but I disagree. The only problem with chick lit is when books are a little too ditzy or when they all start to sound the same, or when people start to dismiss all books written by women as “chick lit.” But to me the term just implies a story that’s easy to relate to, entertaining, and cute. And when it comes to chick lit, Jennifer Weiner is the cream of the crop. She’s a smart, funny, confident writer who creates believable and likeable characters. This book is a little different—it’s a murder mystery. A bored mother of young children in a rich suburb sets out to solve the murder of a fellow mother. The mysyery keeps you guessing right up until the end, and there are plenty of laugh-out-loud details about life in the ’burbs. (Like the Starbucks in the center of town that couldn’t put up a sign because it ruined the town’s “feel,” or the woman who raises her children without diapers to get in tune with their “natural rhythms.”)

The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd

Eh. Honestly, I didn’t really like this one. I loved her first book, The Secret Life of Bees, but in this one I couldn’t stand the main character. She’s a married woman who has an affair with a monk. Why should I care about her? I have no idea. The writing is pretty, but in the reading of this book, I discovered that when it comes to fictional characters, I have more sympathy for murderers than for people who cheat on their significant others. I think that says it all.

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

I finally read this, and it was…interesting. And not in a bad way. It’s an unusual subject, and I learned a lot about geishas, a topic about which I had previously known nothing. The author obviously did a ton of research, and the characters are realistic and compelling. But plot-wise…I kind of wanted more in the end, and the romance at the heart of the story rang very false to me.

Hypocrite In a Pouffy White Dress by Susan Jane Gilman

This was awesome. When I think “memoir” I automatically think “depressing,” seeing as so many memoirs get made into Lifetime movies. But this one is hilarious. Susan Jane Gilman’s life isn’t terribly extraordinary (well, aside from having hippie parents who took her to a socialist retreat at age 4), but she writes essays about things like her first job and being picked on at school in the most hilarious and compelling way. One of the most important elements of humor is unexpectedness, and this book definitely has that. When describing her impending marriage, she says, “Both my overwhelming love for him and the desire for joint health insurance won out.” When describing a point on which she and a friend disagreed as teenagers, she says, “In standard Teenage Girl Culture, this should’ve been considered a massive betrayal, a pivotal moment that ended our friendship. The fact that it wasn’t was a testimony to how close we were.” The book follows her from her earliest memories to adulthood, so we learn about the lies she told to her kindergarten class, her massive crush on Mick Jagger as a teenager, and her thankless stint working for a congresswoman as an adult. The overwhelming impression you get of her is that she’s someone you’d love to be friends with.

Once Upon a Day by Lisa Tucker

Lisa Tucker has quickly become one of my favorite authors. Her first book, The Song Reader, was wonderful, and her second, Shout Down the Moon, was almost as good. Here, she’s taken her writing to the next level. It starts with a twenty-three-year-old woman who has been raised in a “sanctuary” away from society meeting a young man who has lost his entire family. The woman is searching for her older brother, who has run away from the world in which their father raised them. I hesitate to tell much more than that, because the plot is almost like a Gothic novel—secrets just keep unfolding. It’s a rarity: a literary novel with a page-turning plot, and it raises a resonant theme: the dangers you face in life shouldn’t prevent you from living your life. I highly recommend it.

The Man of My Dreams by Curtis Sittenfeld

I didn’t like this as much as Prep, but it was still enjoyable. I think Sittenfeld’s greatest strength is observation. She has this real knack for nailing truths about everyday situations. This one is about a woman named Hannah and her insecurities with relationships, and one reason why I liked it is because I’ve never read another book about someone who wasn’t kissed until college. In a lot of places I saw myself in Hannah. She truly seems like a real person, and while the ending isn’t terribly satisfying, it feels like the natural course of events.

We Are All Welcome Here by Elizabeth Berg

I’ve never read an Elizabeth Berg book that I didn’t like. In this one, she writes from the point of view of a young adult, which she’s exceptionally good at. The only other books where she’s done so are her books about Katie (Durable Goods, Joy School, and True to Form), and those are some of her best. So is this one. It’s loosely based on a true story about a woman who gave birth in an iron lung as she was being paralyzed by polio. The story, which takes place in 1964, is told from the point of view of the woman’s now-fourteen-year-old daughter. It deals with the struggles they, as well as their black maid, face. The mother-daughter relationship feels very genuine, and I enjoyed this book all the way through.

Belated September 11th Entry

I was a senior in high school. It was C Block, the free period I had to work on the yearbook. I was working on the yearbook supplement for the previous class’s yearbook, the little book that covered all the events that were too late in the year to make it in the yearbook. I was picking out pictures for the page about the school musical, Man of La Mancha. My friend Sherry had her hand on the phone, about to call our yearbook advisor to ask her a question. Then the principal came over the loudspeaker. I figured he was probably going to say that someone left his or her headlights on or something. Of course, that’s not what he said.

Everyone has a memory like this. You don’t forget the moment you learned that the world would never be the same, that the security you used to feel was gone. I’m just lucky that my memories of this day don’t include the deaths of relatives or friends. Of the thousands of people dead, none were people I knew personally, although some were relatives of people I knew. I’d say I’m grateful that I didn’t lose anyone, but it’s hard to be grateful when so many others did.

On September 11th this year I donated blood at Fenway Park. There’s always a need for blood donations, but it still makes me shudder to think about the sheer number of people in need of blood five years ago.

The phrase “the war on terrorism” has always made me uneasy, because it’s not a war against a country or a group, but against a way of thinking. And when as many people as it took to pull off the September 11th attacks are zealous enough to commit crimes of this magnitude, eliminating the idea that killing thousands of innocent people is for the greater good could be impossible.

I don’t have any answers. All I can do is pray for a safer world.

The 856th Sign That I’m Not A Kid Anymore

For awhile I’d been saying that I hadn’t quite gotten to the point where my friends were getting engaged.

Well, scratch that. My friend Alyson, my roommate for a year in college, is engaged to the guy she’s been with since our freshman year at BC.

I’m really happy for her– I had a feeling she’d be the first one of my friends to get engaged– but yeesh. I feel so old. I have a full-time job and an apartment, AND my friends are getting married.

Also, I just have to clarify something: at the moment, I do not have Internet in my apartment. We’re getting cable and Internet on Tuesday. Right now I’m at my parents’ house in C-Town. Once I have Internet access at home, I’ll be making more frequent updates.

Not Wearing the Pink Hat

I have a confession to make. After the disastrous series with the Yankees, I considered not watching any more Sox games unless they, by some miracle, made the playoffs.

Then I read this article, which made me very sad. And I have now reconsidered. No matter how depressing watching the Sox gets, I will not be a pink hat fan. You know what I mean. Those fans who only watch the Sox games because 2004 made them trendy and Kapler and Papelbon are cute and isn’t this pink hat adorable. The “fans” who are the antithesis of what it really means to be a Sox fan.

Sox fans are their own breed. Every team has fans, but no other team has so frequently been compared to a religion. “Fenway faithful” is a commonly-heard term. “Still, we believe” became a mantra after the 2003 season. People refer to themselves as “devout” or “lapsed” Red Sox fans. My friend once wrote in her blog, “The Red Sox’ performance has been disappointing, but hardly surprising. But I still have faith. If only I could apply this faith toward religion…”

For a long time, believing in a team that hadn’t won the World Series since 1918 was a point of pride for Sox fans. Our religion dictated patience and loyalty, even in the face of infinite disappointments. We rejected the Yankees as Satan and believed wholeheartedly in the Coming of the World Series.

And then the World Series came, and there was joy throughout the land. But all strained metaphors aside, it was an incredible moment that brought together multiple generations: everyone from my ninety-year-old grandparents, who can still remember the play-by-play of the 1946 World Series, to five-year-old kids at the pool club who announce proudly that their favorite player is, “Big Papi!” When I went to the victory parade, everyone was so happy it just trumped anything negative. At least where I was standing, no one was pushy or obnoxious, just really, really happy. In a city where the Sox are such an inescapable part of local culture, where “Still We Believe” and “Why Not Us?” adorn every business marquis board, where people are pressed up against the doors of the T on game days, where the Dunkin’ Donuts has caricatures of the Sox drawn in the windows, it was a moment of unadulterated joy.

But it also kind of gave us an identity crisis. Suddenly, we weren’t rooting for a losing team anymore. We weren’t just going on blind faith; we knew we could win a championship. We were even expecting it. And although we didn’t win again in 2005, we had a good season, made the playoffs, and didn’t lose the final game to the Yankees. So no one came away with too much bitterness.

This August provided the first real challenge to our post-World Series faith. It’s hard to keep a positive attitude when we get swept in a five-game series with the Yankees. Or when it seems like every day, there’s a new injury. Or when David Ortiz has an irregular heartbeat. Or when, in the most devastating piece of recent news, Jon Lester (who’s only 6 months older than me) is diagnosed with cancer.

But you know what? The Sox aren’t’ giving up. Depsite their constant talk of “the future” and “next year,” despite their trading of a certain scary-looking pitcher to San Diego, they’re still determined to win as many games as they can for the rest of the season. Last Friday, they had a ridiculous number of players out and Lester had just been diagnosed- and they still pulled off a win. Pitchers like Kason Gabbard, Kyle Snyder, and Julian Tavarez are stepping up. New guys like Carlos Pena are hitting walkoff homers. Papelbon doesn’t have a tear, just a “transient subluxation event,” which comes from a Latin term meaning, “He’ll be back.” And Varitek and Nixon are finally back in action.

So if the Sox themselves haven’t thrown in the towel, why should we? Moments like this test our faith, and we need to rise to the challenge. I’m sorry that I ever considered doing otherwise. While I can’t afford tickets (hence the “struggling” part of “Struggling Single Twenty-Something”), I’ll be sitting in front of NESN, listening to Remy and Orsillo, throwing my hat into the air as the Sox are victorious once again.

And the hat sure as heck isn’t pink.

Get we-ell, Get Well Soon

There’s a Seinfeld episode where Elaine gets cake at the office every day because it’s a big office and it’s always someone’s birthday. So she takes a sick day to get away from the cake, and when she comes back her co-workers have a cake for her and are singing, “Get we-ell, get well soon.” That’s my office, at least lately. I’ve been to four goodbye parties within a week, all with cake. One of many perks of working in a large office.

Who Am I?

2-4-6-0-1! (Ten points if you know where that’s from).

But seriously, who am I? And why do you care? I’ll try to answer the first question as best I can, but for the second I can only hypothesize. My guess is that you’re willing to test my theory that I do, in fact, have something to say. And I appreciate that.

So: my name is Katie. I am a May 2006 graduate of Boston College, where I majored in English. Last month I got a job working for a publishing company that I’ll just call The Publishing Company (TPC), since I’m a little paranoid about blogging about work. It only took me two months out of college to find a job, but it felt like forever. So far, I love it.

I grew up forty-five minutes north of Boston. Just last week, I moved out of the house I’d lived in all my life into an apartment in the Boston area, closer to work. I’m living with my college friend and her brother, and so far, everything’s great. At least, it will be until I run out of money.

So, what do you need to know about me? Well, I was thinking about it, and I realized that most of what makes me me can be attributed to the fact that I have lived in Massachusetts my entire life. I fit so many of the Massachusetts stereotypes (except the bad driver one. I’m a nervous driver, but not a bad one). So, here’s what you can know about me based on where I’m from.

Massachusetts is home to some of the most diverse, unpredictable weather in the world. I wouldn’t call myself unpredictable, but I’m definitely diverse. My interests are many and varied (see my profile).

Stereotypically, I am Irish Catholic. While I do not consider myself terribly political, my politics are generally pretty liberal, as Massachusetts is a famously liberal state- and, I’m proud to say, one that legalized gay marriage. My personality, however, is very conservative, which is fitting, because Massachusetts is actually pretty socially conservative, if you think about it. After all, the Puritans did come here, and even now, you can’t buy liquor in the grocery store (which my friend from California thinks is weird) and you can’t smoke in bars (which is great for those of us who hate smoking, but…kind of an oxymoron). Anyway, I’m not a big drinker myself. I didn’t drink at all until a few months before I turned 21, and I never drink to get drunk.

Massachusetts residents, I’ve found, have this weird stay-in-one-place mentality. Maybe because the state is so small and population-dense. I hear that in other parts of the country, people drive hours for a soccer game and think nothing of it, but here we complain about driving thirty minutes. And a lot of people who grew up here won’t leave- including almost my entire extended family. My mother and my grandmother both hate the weather here, and when I asked them why they wouldn’t move, they replied, “Because we grew up here!” Although I laughed, I do understand that. I am kind of a homebody. Although I’ve flirted with the idea of moving to New York, it’s hard for me to imagine cutting ties with this state.

I walk really fast and am very impatient with people in front of me who don’t, which I’m told is a Massachusetts thing.

Massachusetts is home to about a million colleges as well as Boston, the best college town in the world. It’s also a state that places great emphasis on education. I myself am pretty smart- not a genius, but smart. I always got good grades.

Massachusetts has also been home to many great authors, including Alcott, Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau, and Dickinson. I taught myself to read in preschool and haven’t stopped since. I read everything I can get my hands on- classics, chick lit, kids’ books, mysteries, short stories, romances, you name it. I also love to write fiction and non-fiction and I would love to be published. Writing to me is like sleep- technically, I can live without it for awhile, but it’s damn uncomfortable when it’s not there.

I am a Red Sox fan. From that, it follows that I am extremely loyal, not abandoning the team even after the disastrous 2003 playoffs. In my own life, I am loyal to everything and everyone I love. I don’t abandon people who need me, and even with stupid little things I’m very loyal- like, it takes me a long time to admit that I have a new favorite movie/TV show/musical artist, etc., because I’m still loyal to whatever I liked before. It also follows from being a Red Sox fan that I am an optimist. I had faith in a team that suffered an 86-year dry spell, and I now know that optimism pays off in the end.

For my interests, check out my profile. Other things you should know about me?

I have a sister two years younger than me and a large, very New England extended family.

I drink hot chocolate like most people drink coffee.

I collect quotes and write them out in multicolored spiral “quote wheels.”

My favorite color is purple.

I draw stars everywhere.

I’m kind of a girly girl.

I love taking baths. It’s killing me that the water pressure in my new place is too weak for baths.

I love animals but don’ t have any pets.

I suck at anything involving hand-eye coordination. I love swimming and running, though.

This past summer, before I was hired at TPC, I had two jobs, one at BC and one slightly off campus. It was the first summer I didn’t work at a swim and tennis club in my hometown of which I’ve been a member since I was six.

And I’m picky about food, movies, and men.

I’m sure you’ll learn more about me as I continue to blog. Please keep reading!