5 Things I'm Not Proud Of

Thing 1: I am from an upperclass white suburb of Boston, but I developed an accent growing up because I wanted to sound cool like my cousins from Southie and it still comes out occasionally.

Thing 2: In 8th grade I wore too much eyeliner and pretended to like the band Slipknot because of this boy I had a crush on. It worked. He asked me out and we dated for half a summer until I went to Europe for 3 weeks and dumped him for a boy with an accent. The first boy and I are now friends on Facebook and he has an important job in the government. The second boy was a Brit named Craig. Craig wanted to have a long-distance relationship and write letters to each other, but I didn't give him my correct address or phone number and threw his out immediately because I was a heart-breaker who listened to nu-metal and wore baggy pants.  

Thing 3: My mom forced me to do ballet and gymnastics when I was little. I really really hated them. Some of my recital costumes included: a sea horse (Little Mermaid), a bright pink elephant (I was a toy in Peter Pan I think), a French townie/lynch mob member (Beauty and the Beast) and a normal/mean duckling (Ugly Duckling).

(There were no pink elephants in any other productions of Peter Pan that I know of, but there was this humorous and politically incorrect song about "red men" in the 1953 Disney version)

 

Thing 4: My movie tastes are sort of tomboyish. I love action and westerns and anything directed by Scorsese or the Coens, but the movies Ella Enchanted, Pride & Prejudice and Practical Magic are a few guilty pleasures of mine.

Thing 5: Two boyfriends have privileged me with breakfast in bed. Both occasions were marred because I spilled a beverage on their sheets.

Mahalo.