But before you close this window, aghast at the alacrity with which I've been consumed by a materialistic, pre-teen culture, wait. This morning while performing the daily ritual of make-up application, I had an epiphany. New experiences are like eyebrow grooming. In order for them to look manicured, you brush them backward then forward; you pluck them; you can coat them in a clear gel with a purpose akin to hairspray; none of which are pleasant processes, but the result is much less lumberjack-esque than its predecessor.
So each time I get on the wrong train or backtrack on an avenue, I'll consider it my grooming.
Today was more toe-dipping into the world of social networking as I skimmed Seventeen's MySpace page for girls eligible to be our "Friend of the Month." Here's the current month's winner:
So I was assigned to choose energetic girls with good style. "You're making some girl's dream come true," my editor told me. And after reading the readers' comments on the MySpace page about how much they love the magazine and how much they'd love to be featured, I'm starting to believe her. So many girls place so much trust and get so much affirmation from Seventeen. I never realized the responsibility it possesses.
Web is the perfect place for me because I love having contact with the readers on the site. In a strange way, I feel a part of their lives.
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