July 7, 2012
My cousin Glenda glides down the stairs into the game room of my parents' house, where a bulge of 13-year-old boys gathered after my brother's bar mitzvah ogle her and nudge each other with jangling elbows, just in case one of them didn't notice that the object of their attentions is within arm's reach. She's untouchable not just because they've dubbed her "The Goddess" but because she is 15 years old, which clearly puts her out of reach. I am envious of her perfect black hair and red dress. I hate her because the boys aren't calling me The Goddess.