“i once watched a pbs documentary about the proliferation and effect of the internet age on the current generation of American youths and one of the girls interviewed recalled this long story about how she’d changed her name to like “crystal starling” or something equally ridiculous on myspace and began receiving requests for more sexy goth lingerie pictures that she had already been posting to accompany her new persona. she talks about how she no longer “was” Sally Parker or whatever her real name was and slowly—while she was becoming one of the top myspace users or something—she just gave up on regular life altogether, skipping school to go take pictures of herself in the fitting rooms at hot topic, i guess. of course eventually one of her father’s coworkers one day was like, “hey bill come check out this crystal starling chick! she’s got tits that don’t quit!” and then within a couple weeks ol Sally Parker was back to putting her hair in a bun and wearing overalls and sippin milkshakes and the local mc’d’s; her laptop was taken from her, her father was humiliated at work, thousands of myspace users went wanting that night, etc. Well the only reason i’m telling you this is because I just did a long, thorough evaluation of your blog and your recently written article for thisrecording. i’m extremely impressed by it all (i’ve looked at your blog before but you always tend to include facts your little brother ought not read so i’ve stayed away from it for a while) and i’m jealous that you’re getting some writing out there while i’m doing god knows what with my life BUT while i perused i couldn’t help but think to myself, “Is my sister Crystal Starling? What does the world know about my sister that even I don’t?” Just thought i’d share those thoughts with you. oh and you made a grammatical error in your text message to me the other day, ya grammar nazi.”
