Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy
Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy: author of dating & divorce memoir STRAIGHT UP AND DIRTY and the fat camp memoir MOOSE. Screenwriter, TV Writer, Photographer, Professional Speaker
September 12, 2004
Sometimes, in retrospect, you realize it was better left unsaid. That, or it was better for the book.
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September 12, 2004 at 7:33 pm
Going forward, I am really going to try to say the first thing on my mind. So on that note, Teresa's mom is an asshole. Let me repeat that, an ASSHOLE! I am 100% sure that she still is one today just by reading this story and knowing a leopard doesn't change its spots. You don't do that to a kid. And she calls herself a parent? That could have messed you up mentally for life. You would likely lack confidence today, have a social anxiety disorder, or become depressed. You definitely would not have been the same as you are now if Teresa had told any of your classmates. For all of the world that reads this, make sure you never treat a kid in such a heinous way.
September 13, 2004 at 9:44 am
Thank god Teresa didn't spread the word! When we went on a rock climbing & abseiling exhibition with the school, a guy name Ronnie took one of the top bunks and upon investigating a "drip, drip, drip" noise the next day, we soon realised the cause when we found the guy in the lower bunk looking a bit yellow in the face. Poor Ronnie never lived it down. I'll try not to feel too bad for Teresa though. She is American after all and will inevitably sue the fast-food industry for millions of dollars before hosting her own chat-show. She'll have lots ot laugh about eventually. ;)
September 13, 2004 at 11:52 am
As a mother, you speak of one of my worst fears. As a former dorky child who via drinking and big boobs weeded her way into the "popular" crowd, you speak of my worst fears.
The problem now is, how do you raise a child to face the fears of school and popularity with dignity and without losing herself in a crowd of pretty brainwashed people? I always respected the kids who did their own thing. They weren't teased, they were more invisible. I wanted that. They played instruments, were in school plays, wrote the newspaper, etc. They had interesting lives. I got drunk on the weekends and hung out in malls.
September 13, 2004 at 12:52 pm
Doh. Exhibition = excursion. Damn my word-o. It's just too big for a typo. ;-)
September 13, 2004 at 12:53 pm
I was wondering why you mentioned her full name at the beginning like that….and then I found out!
This is funny, and shocking, and infuriating, and confounding. And marvelous as usual.
I like that you can be so open about things that other people wouldn't dream of divulging to strangers. Keep it coming!
September 13, 2004 at 1:04 pm
To spare her and her evil mother, the real names have been changed.
September 13, 2004 at 4:17 pm
I wonder if I would have been as big a person as you to have changed the names….Doubt it! You are far to nice a person! :)
September 13, 2004 at 5:08 pm
WTF is this entry about?
Horrible!
September 13, 2004 at 6:31 pm
Wonderfull story. Love when you write like this. more more more….
September 13, 2004 at 5:04 pm
I love your childhood stories. Too bad Teresa's mom was such a dumbass.
September 13, 2004 at 10:37 pm
AWESOME POST.
for some reason, whenever i see people eating alone i am overcome by an intense sense of sadness and loneliness. not for myself, but for (s)he who eats alone. there's something truly melancholic about a solo meal. don't ask me why. this kinda took me there.
ps- i think it has to do with the fact that we always eat meals as a family when i was a kid.
September 14, 2004 at 5:12 am
My god, I dreamt about this blog entry last night. I was standing behind this fat woman who was sitting in front of her laptop in her flat (apartment), surrounding by thousands of pictures of Stephanie Klein, and stuffing her face with chocolate, ice cream and crisps. She was scrolling through this site and shouting "I'll get you Madeline Ashton!" In a surreal, dreamy way, Stephanie had taken Meryl Streep's role in a rework of the film Death Becomes Her and Helen (Goldie Hawn) was out for revenge!
Bizarre. The first blog-related dream I can recall, and quite a funny one. ;-)
September 15, 2004 at 2:26 pm
This unearthed an early childhood memory of mine that I'd forgotten about. The love of my 6-year-old life and I used to make spice cake in his basement in those dangerous-as-hell pink Betty Crocker ovens that were the rage in the 80's. One day I was overcome with a desire to see the organ that made Jonathan different from me. I took off his underwear just as his mom opened the door and called me "a little harlot". I didn't know what it meant but I ran home and cried for days.
Isn't it amazing how a childhood memory can stick with you, and re-enter your thoughts so many years later?
Thanks Stephanie.
July 27, 2005 at 3:44 pm
Wow this hit home, I used to wet the bed till I was 12 yrs old. I slept over my friend's house too, and her mother was so mean! She called my mother all upset saying, "Do you know your child has a problem? She wet the bed! Is there a problem at home?"
She basically yelled at me for doing so and I was torn—it had been one full year when I was 12 yrs old of not wetting the bed, and once I finally was ready to have 'sleep overs'–or go to one, I had an accident. I can still hear her words echoe in my head today. People have an impact on you when they're not understanding.
I'm sorry you went through that…however, it is NOT your job to have people like Teresa… Her mother obviously had issues.
Just wanted to comment and–that I related very much to this story!
~D
August 6, 2005 at 9:59 am
I can't believe you were 15 when you lost ur virginity.
August 6, 2005 at 10:00 am
I can't believe you were 15 when you lost ur virginity.
May 9, 2006 at 8:55 am
just wanted to say "good."
September 17, 2006 at 12:44 am
i wish u luck stephanie