Being mistaken for this chick is a bummer. It’s a bummer when people from your hometown start facebooking you out of the blue to find out if this is you. It’s like, who even knew that blog existed, but somehow everyone in a remote enclave of South Carolina reads it religiously? Is that what happened? Or did it go viral and everyone alerted each other to its existence until like your sister’s junior prom date is coming out of the woodwork to ask you about it. On the other hand, it’s a pretty eye-opening lesson about what your high school friends think of you. Namely that you’re some kind of tween with a weak chin who dresses like an idiot. Sobering.
