Yesterday, I got an email with the subject “Good Morning America.”
“Hi Kate,” it read. “Would you be able to be interviewed on camera tomorrow?”
Good Morning America wanted to talk to me about My Body Gallery, the site that I wrote this very recent post on. They wanted my thoughts. There’s a chance they’ve read THIS BLOG.
I don’t watch TV. I mean, I watch Hulu, of course. But not real TV. Growing up, we didn’t watch TV. I clearly don’t know how big of a deal TV is, somehow, because my first reaction was, “Oh no. I don’t want to be on TV. That’s scary. I’ll probably sound stupid and make weird expressions.”
Because I was ambivalent, I did the reasonable thing: I put up a Facebook status explaining to my Facebook friends that I wasn’t sure what to do.
And then they all wrote back saying, “OH MY GOD. DO IT.”
And my brothers both called me at the same time and were like, “OH MY GOD. THIS IS YOUR BIG BREAK.”
And my dad was like, “You’re famous!”
And my third cousin was like, “You’re finally making something of yourself, I’m so proud!”
And my friends were like, “You’re the biggest deal in the world now!”
And I was like, “Shit. I have to do it.”
So I wrote back and said, “OK, I’ll do it.”
Good Morning America said, “Great! But now we’re not sure if we want to run the program. We’re having some last minute scheduling changes.” Or something along those lines. They said, “We’ll let you know tomorrow.”
I waited around this morning, trying not to try to decide what to wear in my head. My friend was gchatting me, telling me why I didn’t need to panic. She had experience with GMA, as I now familiarly call it, because she is actually famous. She was like, “Piece of cake!”
Cake I can do.
And then GMA wrote to me and was like, “So sorry, it’s looking like this is not going to happen.”
And suddenly I was totally depressed. Like, I felt like a failure. Good Morning America doesn’t want me! I’m a loser! I’ve never accomplished anything! What am I doing with my life? I’ll never be important or special!
Yeah. It was like that. I stared forlornly into space for a while.
How fickle we are. Ahem– I am. And Good Morning America. They’re pretty fickle over there, too, apparently.
Bear was unfazed by the whole thing. He doesn’t care about TV.
My brothers are going to be sad. I’ve let my whole family down. If GMA doesn’t want me, who will?
But on a happy note, I found this sheet music that I need to learn that had been lost for days. That’s got to count for something.
(whatever. I can walk by it whenever I want anyway. source)
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Unroast: Today I love my earlobes.