“Getting to know someone, entering that new world, is an ultimate, irretrievable leap into the unknown. The prospect is terrifying. The stakes are high. The emotions are overwhelming, The two people are reluctant really to strip themselves naked in front of each other, because in doing so they make themselves vulnerable and give enormous power over themselves one to the other. How often they inflict pain and torment upon each other! Better to maintain shallow, superficial affairs: that way the scars are not too deep. No blood is hacked from the soul.”—Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice
So, I got stopped in town last Sunday and asked to go to a Hollister casting call.
I can think of literally nothing worse. Do I really fucking look like the type of sugar sweet, John Mayer-listening, Ugg boot wearing, butter wouldn’t melt in my fucking mouth little girl that would work in Hollister?