Fauxhawk always marvels at my ability to self-flagellate over petty events that I dredge up from the past. I'm sorry, but it was really, really embarrassing when I was forced to pretend I was a fetus being born in front of my seventh grade crush in drama class. I reserve the right to get at least five more years of mileage out of that humiliation. And I really, really wish the soccer coach at camp hadn't overheard me calling him "testiclops"after I learned about his unfortunate rugby accident. I'm not even going to mention the time that I inadvertantly flashed a rabbi, completely split my pants playing shuffleboard during a first date, or handcuffed myself to an orange stipper named Joey B.
I heard about this book on NPR this weekend. The author, Robin Hemley, is a forty-eight-year-old father of three who decides that he needs a do-over - and goes back to kindergarten, the prom, and summer camp. A genius idea for people who are still smacking their heads over entire years of lameness and loserdom.
What would you do over?
Photo via foto decadent via May issue of I-D Magazine.
