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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 appropriate than “you are what you eat”. This week’s featured writer, prose poet Charlotte Dodds of Burlington, doodles a meandering but hilarious stream of consciousness evoked by the rather distinct pink paper on which she writes.
By Charlotte Dodds, 17, of Burlington
…on a pink notepad, because this time I read the story of a middle-aged white woman with black hair
who lived in Manhattan and produced movies and took all his notes on pink notepads, and the
the photographs of her apartment looked so stylish, and whoever wrote this profile of her did it all
its so glamorous
that i went out and bought a pack of pink legal notepads for myself
look like her – this rich woman with stringy black hair –
and now I write everything on these pink notepads, even if it’s the kind of thing that belongs to the woman who is a film producer or someone who reminds Elle of “Legally Blonde”, but not to me (I’m not like Her; I don’t have the slightest 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 over an act of severe hatred towards an ex-boyfriend?), plus it’s that having those pink notepads on my desk is embarrassing because I wouldn’t usually buy notebooks like that , which is a bit of a disappointment, but that means they’re out of place and don’t fit with my other stuff, except I’m not going to buy any other type of notebook as I’m too scared of the overconsumption to buy it for me and ––