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In a modern consumer culture where every minor purchase, every insignificant choice made, seems to define our personality, “you are what you own” is more apt than “you are what you eat.” This week’s featured writer, prose poet Charlotte Dodds of Burlington, scribbles down a meandering yet hilarious stream of consciousness conjured up by the rather distinct pink paper she writes on.
I write everything…
By Charlotte Dodds, 17, of Burlington
… On a pink legal pad, because this one time I read about a black-haired, middle-aged, white woman
who lived in Manhattan and produced films and took all her notes on pink legal pads, and the
photographs of her apartment looked so stylish, and whoever wrote that profile of her made everything
sound so glamorous
that I went out and bought a pack of pink legal pads for myself
to seem like her — that rich woman with stringy, black hair —
and now I write everything on these pink legal pads, even though they are the kind of thing that belong with the woman who is a film producer or with someone reminiscent of Elle from “Legally Blonde,” but not with me (I am nothing like Elle; I haven’t the least desire to become a lawyer and spend half my days in a cold, stone courtroom where justice will never be guaranteed, and how could I ever choose my career in a harsh act of hatred for an ex-boyfriend?), and what’s more is that the presence of these pink legal pads on my desk is distracting since I wouldn’t typically buy notebooks like that, which is sort of a disappointment, but it means that they’re out of place and don’t fit with my other belongings, except I’m not going to buy another type of notebook because I’m too afraid of overconsumption to buy that for myself and ––