(Which would make my Emily Dickinson impression all the more authentic.)Of course, with all that interest, I might have actually met someone, if I had stuck with it. “Bespectacled writer disguises herself as Emily Dickinson and ends up falling in love with very own Thomas Wentworth Higginson!” In the movie trailer, there would be a montage of the female lead belting out Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” as she danced around her apartment. And I didn’t want to disappoint them by not being Emily Dickinson — by being instead a real flesh-and-blood person, a non-recluse, a non-genius, and alive.
An online dating site is really nothing more than layers upon layers of ego and insecurity. Maybe this was a step beyond that: a fantasy about an interesting, talented, Unfortunately, not everyone was in love with Emily.
People kept reporting me for falsely representing myself, as if I were actually trying to pull a fast one on the entire male population.
'First the bleeding knee, then headaches, then a bad appetite (1/2 chicken patty, 1/30 cheese) and the [Omegas] won both the cheer-off and the belly flop contest [sic].' One young schemer, clearly expecting to be in a world of trouble when she arrived home, hilariously outlined a 'proposition' to her parents to let her keep the ear piercing she had her friends perform on her at camp.
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For the next week or so, I went about my business as usual, but this Emily Dickinson idea wouldn’t go away. It would be an interesting art project, if nothing else.
I kept wondering, if I created a profile for Emily, how would people respond to her? Eventually, one quiet Saturday night, led by a genuine curiosity and my own frustrations with dating, I did it. Food: Baked goods, especially my famous gingerbread.
Here we were, two modern, educated women, and we had spent nearly two hours talking about our romantic relationships! Putting on my big-girl feminist cap, I said, “You know, there have been a lot of talented, amazing ladies, throughout history, who never coupled off.
I didn’t want to be the sort of woman who spends her entire life talking about boys.
I kept reposting the images anyway, and people kept reporting me. Eventually, I got tired of this merry-go-round and added a disclaimer to my profile: That seemed to help, although several people told me that the disclaimer made the whole thing “less funny.”But even with all the haters, Emily was not hurting for suitors.