“We” sat down with Lindsey from The Miseducation of Cameron Post and talked about what she likes!
Sandals or Flip Flops Flip-flops . . . or barefoot, even - Always, always, always. Sandals are for my mother and her crew of ineffectual and ultimately past-their-prime hippies.
Hardback or E-reader – What’s this E-reader you speak of? It sounds complicated and unnecessary. There’s something about the feel of paper, the smell of a book, the weight of it in your hands. It doesn’t have to be hardback, though—paperback will do just fine.
Pizza Parlor or Burger Joint – Depends on the day and my mood. Montana beef tends to make for good burgers, and my father can barbeque with the best of them, but how can you really go wrong with pizza? Even when it’s bad it’s still pizza. Crust, sauce, cheese: always going to be somewhat comforting, no matter how greasy the slice or how much booze it’s mopping up or how dingy the place you get it from at 3am.
Movie theater or Drive In – Oh, gosh, I don’t know. You should ask Cam about this: I know she has some very particular thoughts about the last row of the movie theater and what goes on there. For me, though, either venue has real potential. There’s something great about old movie theaters especially, and how they’re always a little too cold, even in summer. And sometimes it’s wonderful to experience a movie with a whole crowd of people laughing or being scared along with you. But with the drive in you get the seclusion of your vehicle, of course, and that can make for all kinds of interesting opportunities. To be perfectly honest: I don’t know that I’ve ever really watched a movie at a drive in. I mean, really watched one, and not just because I’m making out or whatever. There’s just always a lot more to focus on at a drive in—other people in their cars, the people with me, the sky, and the snack shack, all of it. Who can give their full attention to a movie under those conditions?
Phone call or Text – Text as in to write something out by hand? So do you mean to write a letter? Or do you mean specifically to type a letter? When it comes to talking to Cam I like the phone, even if she’s Silent Sally half of the time and getting her to speak-up can be something of a challenge. Also, there’s always the question of the evil Aunt Ruth listening in, big brother that she is. But I am a helluva letter writer, if I do say so myself. I’d relish getting letters from me. But no one ever sends me any. Cam does, sometimes, I guess: but not often enough. You should tell her I said as much.
Facebook or Myspace – I don’t know what either of these things are. You have lots of neologisms in your arsenal, Heidi. You’ll have to clue me in someday. Is Facebook your fancy term for, what, a yearbook? Yearbooks are for delusional saps who’ve bought into the false-nostalgia-machine. Who wants to remember high school for its clubs and classes? Not this gal.
Dogs or Cats – My tabby, Candace Bergin, would, should she ever deign to speak English, tell you all about how her personality and hygiene is truly superior to any breed of canine you might produce. However, I briefly dated a girl with a one-eyed mutt named Herbert Hoover, and it was impossible not to be at least a little bit in love with him. Those floppy ears. That sad, one-eye. His essential goofiness. So, in Frank’s honor (but to Candace’s ire, should she ever find out): I’ll decline to offer a definitive answer, here.
Ice Cream Sundae or Cake – I only eat ice cream in a cone, and since Cam introduced me to it, my ultimate favorite it Wilcoxins hard pack, which is tricky to come by out here in Seattle. I have to wait for my trips back to Montana, which are rarer and rarer these days. But cake, cake is for any occasion, in upcake form, as a thick slice, Bundt or wedding, birthday or tea (cakes): I’ll take it all. Are you offering?
