So bbgun is applying for a NYFA Playwriting Grant.
In the online application, there is a fat blank spot in which I can elaborate on what makes me culturally different. It’s times like these when I sing the white girl woes. Er – nothing makes me culturally different. My whole life, I have clung (desperately, at that) to the things that DO make me different – and beat them into the ground. My grandma is jewish! My father is a senator! I went to fat camp! My big brother has epilepsy! I used to be jealous of kids who were adopted or from broken homes, in like second grade. oooh! Drama! I thought. This is weird and sad. I need to just stick with what I know – which is sort of what everyone else knows. Nice.