“I had all these notebooks filled with horrible love stories, including fan fiction of Treasure Island, except the TV version with Christian Bale,” she says. “So much passion it turned my fruit into a vegetable.” Other indignities have ranged from Blaise Kearsley’s account of her high-school affair with a cab driver to Marc Balgavy’s letter to Fox suggesting an episode entitled “The Death of Brandon Walsh.”īrown, 29, started Cringe after she began emailing excerpts of her middle-school journal to friends for fun. “Last night was so much passion,” she wrote. Also reading was Amy Shapiro, a Cringe regular who is best known for sharing her journal from the summer she lost her virginity in Death Valley.
And for 20 years no one did, aside from a few close friends, until she hauled the bloated, disintegrating journal to a Brooklyn bar and read it aloud to a room full of strangers.Įpel was a volunteer at January’s Cringe reading, a monthly gathering where adult New Yorkers read from their “teenage diaries, journals, notes, letters, poems, abandoned rock operas, and other general representations of the crushing misery of their humiliating adolescence,” as creator Sarah Brown describes it. 24, 1987, Jenny Epel wrote these and other searing desires in a spiral notebook that absolutely no one was ever supposed to read. I just want to be mysteriously seductive, the same way Carol Seaver was trying to do when she told everybody she went to bed with Bobby Wynette on Growing Pains … Can’t I be the height of voluptuous femininity, singing, “Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,” or “Open your heart, I’ll make you love me,” or “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend?” How come I have to be the short 14-year-old girl who doesn’t know how to have the ANIMAL MAGNETISM that makes people want to DO things with her. I want to grow up, I need to grow up, I need a boyfriend to fool around with.
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