So now that I’ve blogged about my love of genre subversion, I feel a strange compulsion to contribute my most embarrassing genre-related life experience. Hey, we’ve all got one, right? …Guys?
So anyway, when I was in fifth grade, I auditioned to be on READING RAINBOW. Ten years old is a bit old for that show, but because I was small, we thought it might work.
Until, as like the first question in their interview process, they asked me what I like to read.
Now, I hasten to explain that we were learning about genres in school*, so what transpired next is not entirely my fault.
But suffice it to say that when I cheerfully replied, “Well, my favorite genre is Realistic Narrative,” the interview was pretty much over. And my dreams of TV stardom were shot, yet again.
*Seriously, we learned the randomest shit at my school. The only other things I remember about fifth grade are the strange properties of soap molecules, and how mean and racist my teacher was.