(also check She Good Writer #2)
Sarah Brown is a free-lance writer from NYC. Judging from her blog, Que Sera Sera, she’s the kind of woman you’d like to have on your team in any verbal combat. Switching back and forth between self-mockery and sarcasm with the occasional pinch of misanthropy, she transform the small bumps in her life into amusing tales of (kind of) good and (mostly) evil.
She also hosts a reading series Cringe in New York: “brave souls come forward and read aloud from their teenage diaries, journals, notes, letters, poems, abandoned rock operas, and other general representations of the crushing misery of their humiliating adolescence“.
In the next part she details her advanced seduction skills:
Originally it was just me being rude, but now that I know where it’s coming from, it’s combined with a powerful middle school urge to hide in a closet whenever I see him coming, and if I can’t, I just say the meanest thing that pops into my head. I get fucking flustered and I hate it. For some reason, he keeps talking to me, but I fear that if it ever progresses to the point where he goes for the lean in, I might end up breaking his kneecaps before I can stop myself. This makes me nervous when he tries to make small talk, and then I end up blurting out things like, “What, were you raised in an orphanage?” And I don’t say this in a playful or sarcastic way: it comes out of my mouth in this disdainful, curt tone like I am seriously insinuating that his parents gave him away when he was an infant because they didn’t want him. But oh man, apparently I do.
from queserasera
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