My scar

My scars are really very minor. I do have a favorite though - the only one that required stitches. I think it's pretty much the most perfect story to explain my personality. I was maybe 9 years old, and we were at the county fair in Wharton, Texas. There was this huge pavilion with picnic tables all lined up, and I was doing dramatic ballet leaps (grands jetes!) between the benches. On a particularly long jump, I lost my footing and crashed smack into the table part, with my chin taking the brunt of it. Three stitches later, there's still a little scar. Oh the things we do for our art.

Quote o' the Day

"He's Just Not That Into You is a more offensive version of The Rules, the self-help book that advises women to pretend to be dead in order to get married." (emphasis mine)

Tanya Gold, The Guardian

If you ply me with enough alcohol, I'll sing these songs at a karaoke bar

I thought long and hard about this one, and I'm still not totally sure about my answers, to be honest. But I do know one thing: I know every word to these songs. It would likely be a very awful performance (I'm no rapper, I know you're shocked), but at least with "Shoop" and "Stay", any girl within a five year age window on either side of me would know all the words too, so I wouldn't have to sing alone.

Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA

Stay by Lisa Loeb

Shoop by Salt 'n' Pepa

My first job: Childcare

I was a babysitter for four kids over a summer when I was 15. They are all sorts of grown up now, I suppose. I miss them every now and then, especially the four-year-old (who is now...18? Gah).

If I were a superhero, I would certainly wear tights

I mean, I already wear tights in the wintertime 3 of the 7 days in a week, and spent a majority of my childhood in ballet tights. As for a superpower...flight. Not terribly creative, but think of the traffic I would avoid in DC!