Posted on July 30th, 2012
My friend and talented writer Meggan Connors nominated me for the Sisterhood of the World Blogger Award. The rules are that I have to tell you seven things about me, then nominate seven more bloggers.
1. I’ve been blogging a long time. In addition to writing their briefs and memoranda, I even used to ghost-blog for other lawyers. But recently, in reading my journal from about ten years ago, I discovered a hilarious entry.
Blogging is different [from my journal]. It’s a record that’s meant to be red immediately by others. It’s intentionally clever, and intentionally witty [unlike my journal]. M calls blogging the epitome of narcissism and I do agree. How desperate some people are for attention that they throw their private thoughts and moments onto the internet. It’s sad, really.
I laughed so hard I cried after I read that one. “It’s sad, really.”
2. Most of my emotional energy goes to not saying what I’m thinking. We all do that, you’re thinking. Probably not like this. At least I hope not. My family was…cruel. Witty, but cruel. Someone always left the supper table in tears when I was growing up, generally because another member of the family scored with a vicious bon mot. The cleverer and the crueler, the better.
I tried to watch Ridicule twice. I want to finish it someday, but it makes me too uncomfortable.
Recently I read a thread on Facebook where people talked about the words they didn’t know how to pronounce until they were in college or graduate school. That is so amazingly foreign to me, because if I mispronounced a word in front of my parents (or God forbid, made an erroneous word choice), I would be mocked. Ruthlessly.
3. That may be why I’m still bitter about the time I was called on the carpet in an upper division English class for using “dichotomy” instead of “juxtaposition.” Seriously, I’m still annoyed (with myself) for getting that wrong. Remember that, MCC?
4. My earliest memories are of university libraries and battlefields. Nothing smells or feels better than the air in an air-conditioned library on a hot day. And I’ll pick browsing the stacks over using a computer to search for books any day. (And lest you be thinking about battlefields on a hot day, I’m talking about the long-fallow type.)
5. I don’t know what to tell people when they ask me what I do. Attorney? Writer? Editor? SAHM? WAHM? All of the above?
6. I am on the quest for the perfect (affordable) pair of over-the-ear headphones. I have some inexpensive Sennheisers which are OK, not great, and not comfortable. These are what I’m lusting after. Alas, even their lower end models are out of my discretionary spending budget.
7. I have to be forced to watch movies. I don’t like making the time or emotional investment. I cry in almost every movie. I went through a phase where I was really into Iranian film (I forced myself through this one) and you want to talk about depressing? I still can’t think about the Color of Paradise without getting choked up. We just watched the Secret of Kells and I cried for a good twenty minutes. I’m a total sap.
The nominees for the next round are:
- Amanda at Mandajuice
- New Teacher New Wife
- CP at Full of the Dickens
- The eponymous Grace
- BOTH mommies at Mommy and the Sin City
- And, of course, my blogmother: Jennifer at Urban Hoedown. She may not remember it, but she gave me one of my favorite compliments ever. “I looked you up on Google,” she said to me when we were 1Ls. “You’re the Queen of the Geeks!”