Comments:

Sarcomical - 2005-01-16 12:56:57
hey, how come you didn't go to my high school? we could have had fun being middle-gals. i feel the same way - i wish i could go back to tell my old self not to be timid about what i wanted, not to wait for things to happen to me - but i definitely would NOT want to stay there. i think what i have taken from it all as i've grown into myself is that if i ever see another young person going through the same thing, i try to share those things with them. of course, most teenagers/young adults have to learn for themselves!
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Jana - 2005-01-16 16:44:31
When are you going to write a book, missy?
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Chiara - 2005-01-16 20:05:13
You are a fantastic writer and I am awed at your deep awesomeosity. I admire you so much.
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bluepoppy - 2005-01-17 13:34:04
*gobsmacked* I think I'm gonna go back and read this post another 3 times--- wow. You captured it all-- all of it. Think I'm gonna have to search out this "prep" book too . . .
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Jecca - 2005-01-17 19:23:59
"I always think the best way to sum up my early 20�s is not so much 'Right Place, Wrong Time,' as 'Right Place, Right Time, Wrong Outfit.'" Brilliant. Thank you for this awesome, wonderfully written entry. So right-on, it made me squirm with shame remembering my own inappropriately dressed moments.
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Marilyn - 2005-01-18 06:04:06
GREAT post! (It needs to be in a magazine...seriously.) I've read great reviews of the book--I'll have to check it out. Your post brought back so many feelings and memories for me. I was a bit odd...because I *was* popular...but still a misfit. A cheerleader...who never went to a single dance. I was the sarcastic best friend type...the one the other (blonde) girls would come to see after leaving the dance so they could throw up in MY bathroom before going home. A coach's daughter who (mysteriously) had male admirers, who would walk me to class and flirt like mad...but not ask me out on real dates because they were afraid of my father. I HATED high school...but my yearbook would lead you to believe otherwise. And then dating as an 'adult'...oh god. I, too, thought it was all about being picked...which means I always ended up with guys I wasn't remotely interested in...because surely the guys I would have picked (I thought then) would never have been interested in me. So I thought being the 'pickee' was my fate. You beautifully captured that moment when you realize you've found the right guy because it's NOT one-sided...none of it. You rocked this post hard, M.
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suzanna danna - 2005-01-18 17:47:51
Alas, you captured the teen years and then those wobbly early twenties brilliantly Molly Kath. Sometimes I feel like you are writing an anthem that you pulled from beneath my heart. Words that I had hidden because I was too embarrassed for others to see. But you, you are brave enough and eloquent enough to stand firm and plant that flag for all the middle girls. Thanks for this MK� I will read it again, and then I�ll send links of it to my girlfriends and say, �This� THIS is what I was trying to say that time but couldn�t ever get the words to flow because I don�t have the vocabulary or the art. MK? She�s awesome.�
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