SST-S: Spewing Generational Angst Since 2006!

Have you ever written something and then looked at it later and said, “What was I thinking?” And I don’t just mean something you scribbled in a notebook in eighth grade- just something you wrote that sounded clever as it left your fingers but didn’t stand the test of time?

That’s how I feel about my Not for Tourists bio. They ran the article I wrote on post-college nightlife (an idea based on this post), and this is the bio I gave them:

Katherine Hayes grew up in Chelmsford, MA, graduated from Boston College, and resides in Newton. Katie usually knows what to tell tourists when they ask her for directions, so she’s taking her Bostonian expertise to the next level by contributing to a site specifically “not for tourists.” When she’s not reading or writing fiction, Katie spews generational angst and over-analyzes TV shows on her blog “Struggling Single Twenty-Something” (http://strugglingsingletwentysomething.blogspot.com/).

The stupid “not for tourist” joke isn’t even the worst part. Spews generational angst? Spews generational angst? What the hell was I thinking? What in the world made me think that was a good idea?

It’s so stupid I almost want to use it in conversation, just to see what someone says.

Thankful for Thanksgiving

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted Thanksgiving this badly. Not for any sentimental reason–I just want a break. I want to sleep late and take a bath and watch TV with my sister. I was exhausted all last week (I had a bit of a cold, too), and this weekend didn’t seem long enough.It has nothing to do with my job (which I love), either–despite some organizational changes that took place last week, some not so positive, I’m really enjoying my work and the people there. But this was the first year I didn’t get Columbus Day off, so I think I’m just sorely in need of a long weekend.

Still Not Wearing the Pink Hat

So the Red Sox have won the World Series again. Which is wonderful, and I’m very happy. But this has a different feel to it than the win in 2004 did. Not just because this time it’s been three years instead of 86. Not just because I’m not in college anymore and don’t have an entire campus full of people going crazy and sharing the moment with me. (Although we did get free booze at work to celebrate the victory—I kid you not.)

This time, it didn’t feel like an impossible dream. Even when we were down one game to three against the Indians, I found myself agreeing with Manny when he said, “Why should we worry?” This wasn’t a come-from-behind victory, even if the Indians were ahead of us in the ALCS for awhile. We led the division all season, at one point by 14 ½ games, and ended up division champions for the first time since 1995. We didn’t have to face the Yankees in the playoffs. We swept the Angels and the Rockies. There was no denying it—this time, the Sox were the favorites.

It’s a weird feeling. Our identity as fans, for so long, was based on rooting for a losing team. Even after winning in 2004, we had a so-so season followed by a really crappy one, and it wouldn’t have been a stretch to think that we were cursed all over again.

But we’re not. We’re a good baseball team with a lot of talented players, both veterans and rookies, and all signs indicate that we’re in good shape for awhile. (Or at least we will be if they re-sign Mike Lowell and don’t even think about A-Rod.)

I can only imagine the thousands of pink hat fans that this new victory has produced. It’s so strange to think that little kids today could grow up without ever having rooted for the Sox when they were a losing team. While I certainly hope we don’t go through another 86-year dry spell, I think it’ll be kind of a loss for those kids. Rooting for the Sox before 2004 taught a lot of us about patience and loyalty. Rooting for them now? Well, the kids will get to go to a lot more parades.

Sports, TV, The T….The Usual Suspects

So! It’s a great weekend for sports. The Sox begin the ALCS against Cleveland on Friday. My BC Eagles, who are ranked 4th in the country (!!!!! I know!!!! BC!!! We might actually make it to the BSC this year!!!! No, really!!!! Okay, enough with the obnoxious multiple exclamation points. (!)) are playing Notre Dame, and even though the Irish are 1-5 and beating them won’t be like my freshman year when we ruined their season, anyone who knows BC football knows how important the ND game always is to the BC community. Next year, when the game’s here, I am so buying tickets.

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I’ve seen three new shows this season and weirdly, all three (Chuck, Pushing Daisies, and Gossip Girl) have characters named Chuck.

Chuck is cute. That’s a weird word to use about a spy show, but that’s what it is. It’s cute. The creator is Josh Schwartz, who also did The O.C., and it’s kind of got the same nerd humor going on. It seems like once they develop the characters more and figure out where the plot is going, it will get even better. And I kind of hope that Bryce, the old roommate who sent Chuck the email that caused the images to be downloaded into his brain, isn’t really dead. I’m almost more interested in him than anyone else. Oh, yeah, and I love that Chuck completely unironically calls his sister’s boyfriend Captain Awesome. You know how on The Office Creed doesn’t get much screen time but he makes the most of what he has? That’s what Captain Awesome is to this show.

Josh Schwartz’s other show is Gossip Girl, and that’s…not quite as good. I’ve never read the books they’re based on, so I can’t comment on that, but as a teen drama, it’s more One Tree Hill than The O.C. There’s almost no humor and even less heart. The O.C. took place in a beautiful town full of rich people, but it focused on the outsiders. While Gossip Girl is also about rich, beautiful people (but in New York City instead of Orange County), it asks you to care about the insiders. And in the two episodes I saw, these high schoolers, who sleep with their friends’ significant others and have no trouble ordering martinis in bars, were pretty hard to sympathize with.

Then there’s Pushing Daisies, which is…unlike any show I’ve ever seen. After I saw the pilot, I thought it would have made a great movie, but I wasn’t sure how it would work as an ongoing show. But the second episode was pretty good, too. The problem, I think, is going to be keeping up the whimsy for a long period of time. The light, whimisical tone is best in small doses, so while I’m enjoying the show, I…almost hope it gets cancelled. At least then it will get to remain fresh and original forever instead of going stale.

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The T has apparently decided to play music in the stations. This afternoon I heard music in South Station. I don’t think I like this. What if I want to listen to my iPod instead? Or enjoy the relative quiet of a mostly empty T station, if I’m there at an off hour? And seriously, considering how slow the T is and what assholes most of the T drivers are, and considering that last Friday they suspended service during rush hour due to an extremely small trash fire in the Park Street station that was out before the dozens of fire trucks showed up…they decide to improve things with music?

Dating On Demand

I love living with grad students—we get student cable at a very reasonable rate, and that cable package includes On Demand. We get new movies for $3.99, which is especially convenient now that the Blockbuster near me is closing (grrr…). We also get some free movies, many of which are awesome (Say Anything, Marvin’s Room, The Silence of the Lambs), and the CBS shows and a bunch of cable shows on demand. Not to mention zillions of music videos and samples of every type of Scene It.

But tucked into a corner of the On Demand choices is an option called “The Cutting Edge.” After determining that the ice skating movie I saw at a sleepover when I was fourteen did not get its own On Demand option, I discovered that along with the “Vegas” option, which includes “Hooters On Demand” (seriously), and aptly named “Stupid Videos” (which includes a supposedly funny send-up of book clubs), there is an option called “The Singles Life.”

And under that? Along with episodes of Cheaters and four-minute videos with titles like “Think Like a Guy” (summary: don’t over-accessorize and don’t talk on your cell phone too loudly), we have…video personals!

Yes, seriously. They’re these videos with someone off-camera asking them questions (which you can’t hear, but you can tell what they are by the people’s responses) like, “What’s your biggest pet peeve?” and “What’s the sexiest thing about you?” I think they were filmed in a mall, so I kind of wonder if these people have seen themselves on TV and had second thoughts about what was maybe a snap decision while shopping.

And who are these people? Well, there’s one guy whose screen name is Nature 8125 and whose description (which you see before you choose to watch his video) reads, “Funky, fabulous, funny, forever dancing across amazing adventures from lifetime to lifetime singing beauty into existence & manifesting a peaceful, harmonious, happy and green planet.” His name is Nate, and he’s a local performance artist with thinning blonde hair that stands straight up. He teaches dance, wants to gain exposure as a comedian, calls himself “deeply spiritual,” and won’t date a Republican. He describes his ideal woman as “kind of tribal” and “warrior-esque with crazy hair and intense eyes,” and she loves “to move her body really really fast” and “to eat really slowly and sensually.” Then there’s RabbitHunter, who says the most interesting thing about him is that he still lives at home at twenty-six. I give him two points for honesty, but really…that’s the most interesting thing about him? Outgoing says that his worst date was with a girl who had a horrible, loud-pitched laugh, but he never got to go on that date because he left. Real prize, that Outgoing. On the other hand, Vincent78 (whose name is actually Jason) says he would like a girl with an “insane laugh” because he has one himself.

There are other categories, but I’m not exactly sure what the criteria are for fitting into them. I don’t know how the girls under “Hotties” and “Naughty” are any different from the other girls listed—their ads certainly don’t seem any different, except that they have user names like Sorority girl and Naughty_femme_ohso_sexy. For the guys, there are “Bad Boys,” one of whom is MooseCalledJim (his name is Justin) who’s eighteen and has long hair and a weird hat and looks like a stoner. “None of my bands have taken off yet,” he says. The guys under the Mr. Right category seem a little more normal—at least Dante123’s name is actually Dante.

I’m laughing, but in actuality, these people aren’t any different from anyone who posts on dating sites like match.com and eHarmony. And millions of people do that—the On Demand people have just done it in a more public way. But there’s no shame in looking for love (or at least a date) online. I’ve never joined a dating site, although I can’t say I never will, but many of my friends have, some with more success than others. But where’s the shame in them? After you graduate from college, where are you supposed to meet new guys? On the T?

I think it can be kind of embarrassing to admit to using a dating site, though, because it’s often a last resort. At work this week, a co-worker was talking about a date she’d recently been on, and when I asked her where she met the guy, her skin tone progressed from salmon to fire-engine before she admitted that it was match.com and swore me to secrecy.

So while it’s easy for me to laugh at people looking for dates via my cable package, at the end of the day I have to say I respect them. At least they’re putting themselves out there. But I do wonder if any of them have found a date in a bored On Demand subscriber based on one night they spent in front of a video camera at a mall.

Yet Another I-Got-Hooked-On-A-Show Post

So. Ugly Betty. It seems like the kind of show you should hate, doesn’t it? The kind of show you roll your eyes at, like oh-yeah-that-trashy-show-that-thinks-it’s-so-clever? Or at least the kind of show you’re into for a few episodes at most before it becomes old news? It’s got everything stacked against it. It’s a remake of a Colombian telenovela (oh, come on, do they really think that will work on American TV?). It invokes all the world-of-fashion clichés (didn’t we see those in The Devil Wears Prada?). And it’s both a comedy and a soap opera (Desperate Housewives tried and fizzled—despite my high hopes for it at the beginning of last season, it didn’t go anywhere interesting and I think I’m done with it now).

And yet somehow, none of these things are a problem. I wouldn’t even call Ugly Betty a guilty pleasure like The O.C. or American Idol, because honestly, the show is so well-done that there’s really nothing to feel guilty about.

So why does this show work? Well, first of all, the writing is terrific. There’s a subtle element of self-awareness to it that makes all the difference. It’s not like The O.C., where Seth would do things like say to rich jocks about to beat him up, “You wouldn’t really hurt me, would you, because that would be so clichéd…oh, okay, I guess you’re fans of the cliché.” With Ugly Betty, it’s more like small touches that clue you in that the writers aren’t taking this too seriously. The scenes that seem the most soapy are the ones that are filmed the most obviously, with an over-the-top facial expression or a dramatic swell of music to at the climax of a scene. So when an episode ends with a murder confession, or when a character is meeting a dark figure standing in the shadows, or when a mysterious lady we’ve seen only under bandages turns out to be a character’s supposedly-dead brother who faked his own death and had a sex-change operation…it’s clear that the writers know how ridiculous those situations sound if you say them out loud.

But the strange thing is that even with crazy soap-opera plots, and even with superficial fashion-world characters, the characters still seem real. Which is another huge reason the show works—it has a cast full of characters you like and care about. Betty is such a great character. She has this knack for getting into awkward situations that makes her easy to relate to, and she’s so smart, determined, and outspoken that it’s hard to root against her. She lives in Queens with her widowed father, who’s struggling to legalize his immigration status; her loudmouthed older sister Hilda; and her effeminate twelve-year-old nephew, Justin, all of whom add a lot of memorable scenes and provide a nice contrast to her shallow co-workers at fashion magazine Mode.

Strangely enough, though, said shallow co-workers are hard to hate. I really like Betty’s boss, Daniel, a sex addict who can often be dense and self-centered. But he’s a good person at heart who does care about the people closest to him. Then there are the villains. Vanessa Williams is great as Wilhelmina, the scheming creative director after Daniel’s editor-in-chief job. She’s the caricature of a fashion-obsessed, Botox-using, power-hungry bitch, but there are little moments where we see that she does have a heart—when she punches an asshole guy who upset her friend, when she sends the daughter she’s sent to boarding school and long neglected a care package and puts extra thought into it. Two other characters whom I like despite their evilness are Marc, Wilhelmina’s catty but hilarious gay assistant, and Amanda, the gorgeous, bitchy receptionist. Both of them have their sympathetic moments as well—there’s a heartbreaking episode where Marc comes out to his mother, only to have her promptly disown him, and it’s hard not to feel for Amanda when you learn that she likes Daniel, who only sees her as another one-night stand.

Maybe the most sympathetic villain of all, though, is Alexis—the brother-who-faked-his-own-death-but-really-had-a-sex-change-operation I mentioned earlier. After Alexis (formerly Alex) comes back from the dead, she also vies for her brother Daniel’s job. But as she adjusts to her new life as a woman, she also has to deal with guys in bars calling her a freak and the rejection of her father, who pays a man to try to seduce her and get her to leave the country.

This show is kind of like the anti-Sex and the City: it’s got a heroine who’d rather play DDR with her nephew than go out for a night on the town, more concerned with her journalism career and her family’s health than with the latest style of Manolos, and more eager to feel her lips tingling when she kisses the geeky accountant she likes than to sleep with the first hot guy who crosses her path. And while I love Sex and the City, I have to say, Betty is my kind of girl. (On a personal note, I think part of her appeal is that she’s the same age as me and has the same interest in writing.)

I got hooked on this show over the summer, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store next season—this time, I can watch the plot twists you don’t see coming as they air.

Do I Get a Sticker, Too?

So at work today, I sent this flyer to the Kinko’s at my boss’s hotel so that they could make 100 color copies of it. I just emailed them the file with the information about what to do with it.

About half an hour later, the Kinko’s guy calls me and says that the copies are all set, and adds, very enthusiastically, “Great job sending the information!”

Um…thank you? I feel like I’m in kindergarten. Sending an email is apparently a very impressive feat. Is it equally impressive that I knew how to pick up the phone?

Random Items on My To-Do List

It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Christina, who got a teaching job in Southern MA, moved out. Two days later, my new rooomate Stephanie moved in. And a day after that, I started a new job at a different publishing company.

So there are only four months left in the year. And there are a lot of things I want to do in those four months. I have writing goals, but a lot of other random ones, too. Among them:

-Get a passport
-Make fudge
-Organize all the stuff under my bed (I have all these folders full of old stuff I don’t need anymore. I am a ridiculous pack rat.)
-Go to New York to see a show
-Go to a Red Sox game (this might not be so much a goal as a wish, but still)
-Buy some TV shows on DVD (I’m thinking The O.C., Sex and the City, Season 4 of Gilmore Girls, maybe certain seasons of The X-Files)
-Get a better haircut
-Go to the dentist
-Go skating at Frog Pond
-Do more movie/game nights with friends

It’s weird that it’s almost September. Even though I’m not in school and haven’t been for over a year, September still feels like I’m about to start something new, like a good time to make goals. Or re-dedicate myself to old goals. No matter how random they are.

Katie Recommends: Sicko

Coincidentally, I saw Sicko right after yelling at my doctor’s office because they wouldn’t give me the referral that my insurance required.

Turns out I’m one of the lucky ones. I’ve never gone bankrupt over health issues or lost a family member because insurance wouldn’t cover treatment. Many of the people featured in this film can’t say that.

It starts off with a scene I couldn’t watch—a man without health insurance giving himself stitches. But, as Moore demonstrates, Americans with health insurance often aren’t much better off. He found his subjects by advertising on the Internet, and thousands of people—most of whom were insured—responded. A woman who was in a car accident couldn’t get her insurance to pay for the ambulance because it wasn’t pre-approved—even though she was unconscious when the ambulance came. An older couple portrayed early in the film were forced to move in with their daughter after mounting insurance bills caused them to lose their home. One man, whose insurance would only pay for cochlear implants in one of his hearing-impaired daughter’s ears, called his insurance company’s CEO and name-dropped Moore, ending with, “Have you ever been in a movie?” The result: a hilarious voicemail from the CEO informing him that they’d reversed their decision and would cover both implants.

Not so hilarious are the stories of people who’ve lost loved ones to insurance problems. One woman describes how her husband died of cancer after their insurance wouldn’t cover a bone marrow transplant, even though his younger brother was a perfect match. Another woman lost her toddler daughter because she couldn’t get to the hospital covered by her HMO on time, and the closest hospital wouldn’t treat her.

Furthermore, the rules for purchasing health insurance are ridiculous. If you have basically any pre-existing condition at all and try to buy health insurance, you’ll be denied—even if, in the case of one woman, it’s just a yeast infection you had years ago. You can be denied for having a weight deemed too high or too low. One woman was denied treatment for cervical cancer because, at twenty-two, she was apparently “too young” to get the disease. And some 9/11 rescue workers who suffer from breathing problems and PTSD are denied treatment because they weren’t technically “working” at the time.

Equally amazing are the snapshots he gives of healthcare in foreign countries. In England, the hospital will reimburse you for your travel. In France, doctors make house calls, extended sick leave is granted, and not only are new mothers required to take maternity leave, but the government will actually send someone to help them with their laundry. Even Cuba—a country whose ills Moore does anything but deny—offers free universal health care and drugs that would be hundreds of dollars in America for the equivalent of five cents.

While I loved Bowling for Columbine, one issue I’ve always had with Michael Moore is that he kind of preaches to the choir. I don’t think most of his movies are likely to get people to change their minds. That’s why I didn’t see Fahrenheit 9/11—I already knew I didn’t like Bush, and I didn’t think I needed Moore to give me any more reasons. But this movie is different. It’s surprisingly non-partisan—he gets in shots at both Dubya and Hillary, and the key word in universal health care is universal. Everyone, at some point, has had to deal with the flaws in the US health care system, and it’s getting harder and harder to argue that the system is fair.

As always, his facts are presented selectively. I’m sure that not all British hospitals are as great as the one shown in the movie. Those Cuban drugs might not be of good quality, and while he shows how a typical French family doesn’t seem to be adversely affected by the taxes they’re paying, he stops short of saying how much they do pay. Regardless, these countries have, by all measures, a much more successful health care system than that of the US, which is ranked 37th in the world. And considering that this a country that supposedly holds the truth that all men are created equal to be self-evident, the philosophy of letting hard-working people die because of a pre-existing condition or an inability to pay seems more in line with Animal Farm: “All animals are created equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”

Other movies I’ve seen lately:

No Reservations

I expected this to be exactly like Raising Helen, and it was—cute, harmless, ultimately unmemorable. If you know the plot elements—workaholic woman, orphaned niece, attractive co-worker— you already know how it’s going to go.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

I tend not to be very critical of the Harry Potter movies. I think if you go in expecting them to be just like the books, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. They’re long, complicated books, so something’s going to get the shaft somewhere. Order of the Phoenix was the longest Harry Potter book, and a lot—including all the Quidditch and Ron’s “Weasley is our king” storyline—is left out here, but I think they did a nice job focusing on the important parts. I saw it in IMAX, and it was awesome—the whole Ministry scene is in 3-D. Also, the casting of the new characters is fantastic. Imelda Staunton is a perfect Umbridge. Helena Bonham Carter is a terrific, psychotic Bellatrix. Natalia Tena, who I remember from About a Boy, is a great Tonks, and Evanna Lynch made Luna exactly the way I pictured her. And a lot of scenes were interesting visually in a way I hadn’t anticipated, like Umbridge posting all her decrees on the wall.

Ratatouille

While this wasn’t my favorite Pixar movie, it was entertaining and cute. I hate rats, but Remy, the movie’s hero, is just so adorable and likeable. And while the plots of some other Pixar movies—toys coming to life, the lives of bugs—have been done elsewhere, this one’s very original. I’d call it the best movie ever made about a foodie rat.

Bridge to Terabithia

I was hesitant to see this for a long time because the previews turned me off. I was afraid they’d turned a beautifully written children’s book about friendship and loss into an overdone, CGI-animated fantasy. Luckily, my friends who’d seen it told me, correctly, that the previews were misleading and the CGI sequences constituted only about five minutes of the movie. All told, it’s pretty faithful to the book, except that they’ve updated it (the book was written in the 1970s) and it’s very well-done.

Pan’s Labyrinth

I really enjoyed this. It’s wonderfully original and very sad. Ivana Baquero, who plays the young protagonist Ofelia, gives a sensitive performance. The really interesting thing, though, is how you come away remembering the historical drama and the fantasy sequences equally, and how seamlessly they fit together.

Dreamgirls

Okay, I’ll say it—the Academy was right not to nominate this for Best Picture. Not that there isn’t a lot that’s good about it. Jennifer Hudson is every bit as good as you’ve heard with both her vocals and her acting. It’s amazing to think that this is her first movie. The rest of the acting is solid (although I think Eddie Murphy’s performance is overrated), as is the memorable music. Plot-wise, however, it drags a bit. The storyline just couldn’t hold my interest the whole way through.

Happy Feet

Well, first of all, it’s got penguins. Who doesn’t like penguins? Especially penguins who dance and/or sing? And have parents named after Elvis and Marilyn? And teach us, in a rather unexpected way, about global warming? While the song sequences can get a little weird, this is a cute, very enjoyable movie.

The Last King of Scotland

I liked this. Didn’t love it, but liked it. It’s very well-acted by both Forest Whittaker as Idi Amin and the underrated James McAvoy as Amin’s fictional personal physician. Gillian Anderson, whom I loved on The X-Files, has a memorable small part as well.

Little Children

I read and liked the book by Tom Perrotta, and I enjoyed the movie as well. While it doesn’t really add anything new to the desperate-and-bored-suburban-parent genre, it has Kate Winslet being fantastic as usual and an interesting subplot about a child molester moving into town—a zealous parent, who turns out to be an ex-cop with a dark secret of his own, goes so far as to spray-paint the guy’s driveway. The use of a third-person narrator is a bit jarring, but necessary for the plot.

The Queen

This is such an interesting idea for a movie. I remember so well when Princess Diana died—it seems impossible that it was ten years ago—and of course I remember it from the perspective of most of the world. Telling the story from the queen’s point of view raises a lot of interesting questions. What did cause her to make that speech? How sincere was it? How affected was she by the negative press surrounding her? It’s speculation about the lives of people who are still alive, and I kind of wonder if the queen has seen this movie. I doubt it, but I wonder what she’d think. I have this image in my mind of her watching and fuming, “I never said that!” but in the end, the movie makes her look pretty good. Helen Mirren is outstanding, capturing the dignity and sensitivity of Queen Elizabeth II and making her very sympathetic.

Next Stop Wonderland

Anyone familiar with the T can surmise from the title that this movie is going to have at least one scene on the Blue Line. Actually, with scenes at the airport and the aquarium, it could be called Ode to the Blue Line. It came out in 1998, and I recently saw it on On Demand. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before—woman being dumped by long-term boyfriend, meddling relative placing a personal ad, two characters are MFEO but don’t know it yet—but it still comes off feeling authentic. Hope Davis is great as Erin, the main character, managing not to make her any of the single-urban-woman clichés. She’s not a workaholic, not a sex addict, not a shoe collector, and not a man-hater. She’s just a modern woman simultaneously craving aloneness and love. It’s not likely to be anyone’s favorite movie, but it’s enjoyable. Plus, I have a soft spot for any movie that takes place in Boston.

Non-Spoilery Harry Potter Post

I turned 23 on July 20, and just for this year, my birthday was an international holiday. Christina and I went to Potterpaloozza in Brookline before we went to get our books.

I had my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows finished by 7:00 PM on July 21st, and because I’m a complete nerd, I’ve since re-read the whole thing. I won’t spoil those who haven’t finished it yet except to say that I loved it and I think it’s my favorite of the HP books.

But I’m still a bit let down. This is really the end (well, except for the encyclopedia J.K. Rowling says is coming out eventually). Not only will we never have another Harry Potter book to anticipate again, but I have a hard time imagining any book that could cause people to unite the way the HP books do. What other book could cause concepts like the Sorting Hat to become so well-known in the mainstream, or inspire “Republicans for Voldemort” bumper stickers? What other book could lead people to stand in line at midnight dressed in costume? What other book could appeal to so many people—elementary school students and senior citizens, lifelong readers and people who’ve never read for fun in their lives, fantasy nerds and those who never read anything outside of fairy tales that had to do with magic? What piece of fiction could get so many people debating who would survive the last book or what side Snape was on?

It’s amazing, too, because I’d been afraid for a long time that reading for pleasure was a dying pastime. Books only tend to get widespread attention if Oprah’s involved (even better if you write a memoir of questionable authenticity) or if they’re written by a plagiarizing Harvard undergrad. When I worked at a pool, all the little kids would be bouncing off the walls when a new HP book was about to come out. I always used to get made fun of for reading when I was in elementary school. I wish Harry Potter had been around when I was little.

My parents were recently talking about how they remember seeing the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show, and were saying that there won’t ever be anything again that could be so universal, that everyone would be so obsessed with.

I said, “Yes, there is. And it’s even British.”