Guess Who's Back...
Okay, I'm going to start posting on here more often. Swear.
Hi friends!
Some of you might know me as TikTok’s “People’s Jewish American Princess,” some might have read something I wrote last year and stuck around, and some might be my friends who I forced to subscribe against their will. Either way, I’m happy you’re here.
Did you guys know that I have a degree in writing? I spent four—okay, three years of college—taking legit writing and English lit courses. My first year, I was a theatre major. I still have stress dreams about that. For my senior thesis, I wrote a book that functions as an advice-lit style coming-of-age memoir that follows me from middle school to my early 20s. I always said that the book was unfinished, and I intend to finish it now.
My target audience was always teenage girls. Mainly because I hated being one, for the most part. I loved 13 and 19. Everything else in between was an absolute nightmare. Nightmare material, I find, makes for excellent storytelling and comedy. That’s why I know how to play the role that I do on social media. When I wrote my book, I intended to make teenage girls feel seen, to feel validated. To know that whatever they're going through, someone older has gone through it, too.
I’ve always known what I was meant to do—to be a voice for young Jewish girls. A voice that I never had growing up outside of Rachel Berry from Glee, who is an arguably insufferable character (though I do personally love her). I wanted to provide that voice through a combination of comedy, advice, and self-awareness. That funny Jewish girl who was still “cool” and “trendy” but had enough sense of self to know that being cool wasn’t everything.
Young women ask me for advice on my page constantly, telling me that they find my videos funny and relatable. I can only hope that this is something I can continue to expand upon for the rest of my life. This is the brand I always intended to develop.
I’ll leave you with a funny anecdote that has virtually nothing to do with everything else I just wrote. Tonight is Halloween, and I’m hosting a Halloween/housewarming party in my new apartment. The last time I hosted a Halloween party was my freshman year of high school, and I went to a performing arts school…so you can only imagine the vibe of the party.
I was 14, totally innocent. Never tried a drop of alcohol or kissed a boy outside of an amateur musical (like, I’d only ever had a “stage kiss”). Suddenly, there were 100 teenagers in my apartment and I found myself throwing what NYC kids referred to as a “free—” a party with no adults. Except there was an adult there, because I had my former camp counselor slash babysitter disguise herself as my “older cousin there to supervise.”
The part of this party that stuck with me, however, was the game of spin-the-bottle that broke out in my living room. I didn’t participate, but I would say over 50 people did. Gender and sexuality were no object in this game—everyone was just kissing everyone. I was scared to participate because I didn’t want my first kiss with tongue to be during spin-the-bottle (don’t worry, my first kiss with tongue was in my camp friend’s living room with her friend from Jewish day school). So many people later told me that their first kisses were in my living room, a feat in which I really took pride. And a little bit of fear.
Thankfully, there will be no game of spin-the-bottle at tonight’s party. The only two men are going are my boyfriend and Josh, who is gay but apparently, some people on the internet think he’s my boyfriend. There will also only be 15 of us. But I’ll totally pour one out for the time the two cutest boys in my high school drama class made out with each other in my parent’s living room.
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Xx,
Chloe<3