You really would not have been able to tell, from my barely touched and poorly-written teen diaries, that writing was an activity I would someday be paid for. I averaged about two entries per entire journal, and at some point stuffed them all into a large metal lockbox to hide them from my parents and lost the key.
I spent a huge amount of high school wishing I had a boyfriend and self-consciously pretending I didn’t care about boys at the same time. Boys’ disinterest in me was near total, and I told myself not to sweat it because I was just wise beyond my years or perhaps intimidating to them, neither of which was remotely…
My year as an 8th grader in New York City was quite fraught; September 11th occurred just days into the school year, and as a result, life as I knew it was upended.
All throughout high school, I spent an inordinate amount of downtime writing poems about love and loneliness. That era spawned not one but two notebooks full of emotional writing ranging from bad to atrocious—one was a hot pink spiral book, and the other had a 3D effect with clovers. At some point, I began to think…
I was 16 years old, a senior in high school, when Katrina devastated New Orleans. Like most teens my age, my biggest concern was what I was wearing to the weekend football game, or who was going to be my prom date. Who knew that when I left my home Saturday afternoon for what I considered a pretty standard hurricane…
Fans of Meg Cabot will rejoice at the news that the franchise that catapulted Anne Hathaway into the hearts and minds of Americans will continue.
Like Sisyphus, this cat is bound to hell.
Once you get some chronological and emotional distance from the arbitrary cruelty of middle school, it's easy to write off your tormentors because these days they're posting Facebook selfies of themselves drinking sizzurp as their toddler watches Caillou in the background. But that shit, in real time, was rough.
I've kept diaries countless times in my life, I'm sort-of a professional diary-starter. My very first diary was started to chronicle my life during the Gulf War. Yes, a grade schooler living in the San Francisco suburbs set out to document a conflict happening halfway across the world, believing it would one day be…
I stumbled upon an old blog of mine the other day, and, needless to say, like most things that happened more than 10 minutes ago, it was embarrassing, especially when I read the part about The Ideal Boyfriend.
It's not clear if the florid, self-aggrandizing OKCupid profile with Julian Assange's photo is legit. But it does sound an awful lot like the florid, self-aggrandizing entries, including about women and sex, in Assange's diaries around the same time! Updated.
• The writer and publisher of a book about Amanda Knox have been ordered to pay the incarcerated American 40,000 Euros for revealing (fabricated) details about her sex life and publishing quotes from her diary, including:
A month ago, we asked you to send us a page from your old journals. Today, we reveal our submissions, and you get a peek at the secret turmoil that was meant only for the dear diary.
Reminder: Email us a page from your old diary! We've gotten some amazing submissions so far, but you guys have until Monday. Send a scan or a photograph, no smaller than 500 pixels wide, to photos@jezebel.com. More info here.
Don't forget to send us a page from your old diary! You can send a scan or a photograph, but it should be no smaller than 500 pixels wide. Email it to photos@jezebel.com. More info here.
Last month, Shameless linked to a blog project called The Amy Diary: A Vancouver woman posts her junior high diaries. It's a unique perspective into the mind, lingo and anxieties of young girls. So I dug up my old diaries.
Apparently an icon of coziness, Alison Uttley's diaries introduce us to a fabulously nasty character. Or, as we call it, sympathetic!
Do you have a diary, a place you write things you don't or can't tell other people? And after you die, would you want that diary published?
On last night's episode of Bad Girls Club, Cordelia — most likely still pissed about that unrequited crush — decided to turn the entire house against Andrea by telling the other girls about her private blog on MySpace. Even though the blog is only viewable by Andrea and serves as her personal diary, the girls got all …
