Confessions of a former mean girl who is now only sometimes mean

  • Misora 2013 I’m moving back to Silicon Valley. This time I know exactly where I want to live, and it isn’t suburbia. I’m going to live at Santana Row. AKA: the “upper east side” of Utah. (Ok, I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s funny, right…? Just let me have this one.) The first time I ...
  • Mean Girl at Mt. Rushmore Part 2 1978 Not only do I hate her, I want her to know I hate her. What’s the point in hating someone if they don’t know? So I catch her eye and stare. I give her my glariest, dirtiest look. I have no idea how long that mean stare lasts or how ...
  • Mean Girl at Mt. Rushmore Part 1 1978 I’m 11 years old. My sisters and I are slowly waking up in the family camper. I’m pretty sure we’re the first people here, because we don’t wanna deal with traffic or crowds or lines or chaos, so we get up at 5:00 am every morning of vacation to be the first people everywhere. This ...
  • Mean Girls Try Just a Little Too Hard 1977 I’m a mean girl. I realize that that term hasn’t been coined yet—it is, after all, only 1977—but I’m actually writing this is 2018, and I can’t remember what we used to call mean girls back then, so “mean girl” it is. Anyway, I’m not proud that I’m a mean girl, and I’m not even ...