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Today is question and answer day, yay! Here’s how this whole thing works–you send questions to me at emily@katiemaxwell.com, and I answer them. Um…well, not all questions. Not stuff like How does Nietzsche's view of the eternal recurrence and the Ubermensch compare with Sartre's view of freedom of everyone in "Existentialism is a Humanism"? Because, you know, everyone always asks those sorts of questions. They’re so ten minutes ago!
But questions about my life, my official biographer (that Katie woman who writes the books about me), living in England, what to do when the guy you like is totally a geekoid–those sort of questions are the kind I’ll answer. Maybe. Some of them, at least.
Question numero uno comes from Simone, who asks: My question for Emily to answer would be why she calls her father brother? Is it because of her religion or something?
My answer is: Thanks for the question Simone. And while I’m thinking of it, that’s a very cool name! I like it. It’s hip and sassy, and much cooler than Emily. Emily is just so everywhere!
Anyhoodles, Brother is called Brother because he hates his first name (it’s Harry–I can’t say I blame him there. I mean, you’d never really know if people were calling you Harry or Hairy when they talked to you, would you?). According to my grandmother, Brother refused to answer to his name when he was a kid, so his sisters, one of which is my Aunt Tim (are you seeing a pattern here?), started calling him Brother. It gets really confusing at Halloween when he dresses up in his medieval monk outfit and we all have to call him Brother Brother, but that’s another story.
Question numero deux comes from JannaBee, who asks: The guys at my school are all into big boobs and I’m kinda flat, I have some but not a lot, what should I do?
My answer is: I know a lot of people won’t agree with me, but I have to say do nothing. I mean, think about it–do you want people to like you for your boobs, or do you want them to like you for you? Yeah, it’s nice when guys drool all over you, but the kind of guy that does that just because you’re boobalicious is probably not the kind of guy who is interested in what you think about, what you like, what you feel, and all that other good stuff.
If you really, really, really have to have boobs or you’ll die, try a push-up bra. But remember: there’s a lot more to you than just your chest!
OK, that’s it, we’re done for this week! If you’ve got a question you want me to answer, send it to emily@katiemaxwell.com, but no existentialist questions, OK?
Ta ra!
Emily
What happens to Em in England?
Read the first chapter of The Year My Life Went Down the Loo
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