My daughter Colleen wrote about herself on her myspace, and I was impressed. I liked the idea. Young people are very self-aware, and they have this wonderful medium, the internet, on which to express themselves to the whole world. There’s both good and bad in that. But the good part is writing for fun, honing your skills, and perhaps thinking about who you are. Here’s a comparable entry about me:
I like to laugh-a lot-I like makeup, especially eye makeup-I hate nail polish on myself, but it’s fine on others-except I find elaborate nail jobs on fat bank tellers foolish-I like a glass of wine with dinner-I’m doing weightwatchers and it’s working-I too am a bookworm-I like being home-Love musicals-I guess some of my likes have rubbed off on my daughters (they like musicals too!)-I’m not good at sports-I think I understand people-I drink too much coffee, but I’m not going to give it up-I hate taking pictures. I don’t get a new hairdo often, but every time I do, my hair is shorter-how much shorter can I go?-I’m a torch singer wannabe-but I do have a pretty good voice-I love distaster stories-that makes me a disastraphile-I want my daughters to read more, challenge themselves more in reading difficult works-I did when I was their age, at least I remember it that way-I wonder why the best greens look good on other people, not on me-I want to work in another country, at least one more time in my life-I’ve always been soft on younger men; my husband is the exception-don’t expect me to remember your birthday without a gentle reminder-I’m full of profound observations: write them down, because I rarely get around to it-here’s one: today’s youth were raised on “Friends,” and their social network looks just like that; ours was more individualistic, and if I can think of a sitcom that exemplifies that, I’ll let you know-I like to wake at 2 am and talk; my husband does not-I have pretty things in my house; I like to move them around to make them look like World Market-I chew on my thumbnail sideways like my dad; is it genetic? also I stand unconsciously the way my grandmother used to—
