I’m always a bit nonplussed when people ask what my favourite thing is. Favourite colour, book, song. I mean, probably my reaction ought to be to think it’s not that deep and just pick one I like. But instead it induces a mildly resentful identity spiral.
I assume that by asking, you think that my answer will be meaningful; that it will say something about me and I cringe away from being understood-by-proxy in that way. I’d rather be the one who says things about me. Not, “oh, you’re a jasmine person, I seeeee”. WHAT DO YOU SEE?!?
It feels to me like a sort of frustrating version of astrology. But of course for some people having a favourite book or movie is a really lovely identity to ally themselves with. I assume nobody gets het up about their favourite colour, though maybe people who align with Goth and GirlyGirl archetypes might.
What about you? What’s your least favourite question?
Salons this week will be 8pm Tuesday evening Sydney time and 8am Wednesday Morning, Sydney time. Links and time conversions to follow tomorrow, though pencil it in to your diary if that’s your jam.
I’m not sure whether to run a Christmas writers meeting / escape zoom room for people who want an hour away from whatever they’re doing on Sunday. Open to suggestions. If more than a handful of people want to do it, I will.
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