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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Mr. Right vs. Mrs. Dalloway

In addition to being seriously charming, this Pia Chatterjee article in the SF Chronicle makes me feel somewhat better about my squirrely adolescent social skills.

I was 16 when I discovered that in most instances, I preferred books to boys. My epiphany occurred at a teenagers' party at the local country club, where the area around the pool had been decorated to resemble a disco. Silver balloons floated around the ceiling and the music system played "Red, Red Wine." My friend was out there on the blue tiles, having fun. Why couldn't I?

"I wish I were home with 'The Mill on the Floss,'" I thought, and was appalled at my lack of coolness.

(link via Estella's Revenge)

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