My cousin Mia is one of the funniest, most interesting, and precocious people I know. She turned 13 in January, but she hardly seems like it. She started High School when she was 11 at Renaissance Arts Academy in Los Angeles, where they require you to wear pajamas to class, so you can have no problem switching from Math class to Ballet to Cello lessons. She listens to Radiohead and reads Tolstoy and Marquez, and once said: "Trina, if I didn't like traveling, listened to bad radio music, and didn't like good food, what would we have to talk about?" (This does also imply that I'm a snob) Last week I called my Aunt Alane's cell, who left it charging in their studio apartment while she went to work, and Mia answered. We made small talk before I called Alane at her office, and I asked her what she was doing this summer. "Oh, nothing really," she said, nonchalantly, "Only awkward social things, and that's about it." - "Are they really awkward?" I asked Mia. "Sure they are," she said, "But I'm a teenager, isn't everything I do supposed to be awkward?" And I could just picture her sitting on the couch, feet up, eating cookies out of a bag, so unconcerned and indifferent to all of the normal dramas and insecurities a girl her age normally holds. I remember being that age, when maybe doing something stupid was the whole point. But few girls are wise enough to realize it then, and even fewer are brave and eloquent enough to articulate it.
Introducing the new pseudo-domestic Trina Yeo (who might increase your risk of diabetes).
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