Katie Baker, The Confessions of a Fomer Adolescent Puck Tease

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I thought this was quite well written, and it may hit close to home (too close, even) for some of our SJ community here, especially those who live larger lives on-line than they do in reality. Probably not a read for everyone, but it's also an interesting look back at the earliest stages of the Interwebs, and message board/listserve culture.

http://deadspin.com/5697455/the-confessions-of-a-former-adolescent-puck-tease
 
There's a long line of these information age confessionals.

The most recent being another Gawker employee, Emily Gould.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/25/magazine/25internet-t.html?_r=2&pagewanted=1&hp

But the me-generation/adolescent-into-womanhood memoir goes back at least as far as Joyce Maynard in 1973.

http://www.joycemaynard.com/columns-articles/eighteen-yr-old-looks-back.shtml
 
If everyone followed the Pics of GTFO rule, we'd have fewer of these stories.
 
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Betting her inbox (hahahahaha) is full of stories right now saying "****, I thought I was the only one."

Great story, especially how she was caught.
 
My first impulse was that the story was a beautifully written, suspenseful story in which the payoff didn't live up to the build-up. But then I thought about how some of the best dramas on television - "The Sopranos," "Mad Men," "LOST" - were tremendous at building anticipation to the point where you couldn't even take it any more. Think about, for example, the time when Don is shocked to find Betty home when we know that the teacher mistress is sitting in the car. It was excruciating to wait for her to walk in on the scene, and the storytelling lost absolutely nothing because she didn't do so.

This story seems a lot like that. The journey itself is the point. And she's the villain, not him, which is a nice little twist on the standard-issue Internet cautionary tale.
 
I wish I had the attention span or dedication to invent a fake life for myself.

At least then I'd have one.
 
From the ages of 13-15, I lived a largely online life. I was kind of an introvert and a little awkward at that age, and AOL could mask both of those very well. I wasn't a compulsive liar like Katie, and I never met anyone off the Internet, but I did get to know quite a few people and talked on the phone with a couple.

Around the time I started driving, I started developing a close circle of friends at school and left the AOL life behind. But honestly, that story did bring back some odd memories.
 
I liked it very much.

My odd chatroom story -- I went into AOL chatrooms for years -- was that I was always me, always my age, always described accurately in my profile. That might be stranger than the other.
 
Ah, the wonders of pre-2000 internet.

I was 13 in 1997 and my parents had just bought the computer that would ultimately lead to my mother meeting a man in Indiana and, eventually, ruining her marriage with my father.

But, boy was that fun.

I still remember chatting on AOL with some "girl" under the handle "princesszh". We talked for hours on end about absolutely nothing at all and since I had ZERO social skills, particularly with women, it was nice to be able to pretend like I was some smooth-talking internet pimp thanks to the anonymity of the interwebs.

In between, of course, going into chat rooms with my brother and cousins and pretending we were women who wanted to "cyber" with someone, waiting for the moment when they said something dirty and revealing "Oh my god, we're dudes! You're such a fag!".

My favorite story about life on the net, though, is also my saddest and most pathetic.

About a month before I started high school, I met a couple of people on AOL who were also incoming freshman to my school. One girl, Christina DeRita, seemed super sweet and nice and we talked, on end, for what seemed like days. I was so excited because I figured I'd meet this girl and we'd become boyfriend/girlfriend because, well, I was an idiot and didn't understand how high school was going to change everything about everyone right from the jump.

Fast forward to my first week of high school and that entire group of people I met online had clearly not been impressed with me and were getting to run in a different social circle. Suddenly Christina wouldn't even talk to me because, as she put it, I was a geek and all of the people I had spent a good portion of my summer with made fun of me and refused to let me in their social group.

Though I didn't know it at the time, it was a nice learning experience about the difference between life on the internet and life in the real world. I may have been cool in the latter but I couldn't overcome that in the former.

It also made life all the more sweeter when I got to college and finally did get over the social hangups I had before. Heck, it's probably a big reason I developed as many friendships as I did in college, with all the other people who experienced the same social awkwardness I did in high school, and since college led to me finding the woman I would marry, I guess I am happy to have had to endure those awkward first weeks of high school where it seemed like my entire "life" was crumbling.
 
Is it just me, or have we had a lot of, "I was a socially inept teen" confessionals on this site lately?

I wonder if people were actually more popular than they thought they were. I think everyone is wickedly insecure in high school, and it might taint their memories.
 
**** Whitman said:
Is it just me, or have we had a lot of, "I was a socially inept teen" confessionals on this site lately?

I wonder if people were actually more popular than they thought they were. I think everyone is wickedly insecure in high school, and it might taint their memories.

Those people drive me ****ing nuts. I *earned* my social outcast status. The "I was a nerd because my 5 good friends weren't all on the Homecoming Court and several of my girlfriends weren't cheerleaders" brigade can get off my angst-ridden lawn.
 

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