
So I've only been drunk once in my life. I enjoy wine (not beer or martinis), but I've never felt the desire to get drunk, except once. Like any typical college girl, I decided to finally figure out what all the hype was about on my 21st birthday. Skipping an evening out with my rowdy sorority girl friends, I asked my three organic chemistry lab partners to join me at Nick's English Hut after we finished creating a form of Aspirin. The lab took us over five hours to do since I broke a $180 flask half-way through and we had to start over, so obviously I had to treat my three lab buddies to some drinks eventhough it was my birthday.
My three lab friends knew it was my 21st and that I intended to experiment with the drunk sensation, so they ordered me a pitcher of beer, a shot of some sort (it was green and red and had the name 'turtle' in its title), and another drink with lots of glitter in it. I took it all in and within two hours I was back home, opening the passenger door, falling onto the street with my legs still in the car, giggling and claiming I had a volleyball game I had to be at within the hour. My amazing best friend took me inside and put me to bed, helping me six times during the night when I got sick and couldn't make it to the toilet, and cleaning the toilet for me in the morning! At some point during the night I shouted to her that I was hot, hot tamales, before I sank back into drunken sleep.
The next morning I awoke and made it to my fungi lab with a face that was literally green. My Berkeley-hippy professor actually asked me why I was a pale shade of mold. Pretty embarrassing, but I survived.
Why didn't I get drunk before turning 21? I was baffled; not really. Once was enough for me. But I am perplexed why I lacked a rebellious streak about me when I was in high school and college? All of my friends got drunk all the time, but I was the one who volunteered to be the designated driver.
I have never been a rebel (unless you count living in the rainforest by myself for two years as an act of rebellion, but for me it was a normal, easy thing to do that didn't involve extra courage or fearlessness on my part; it was simple and fun; I wanted to get away from a fast, crazy, technology-filled, materialistic world, so I went to live in hut for awhile).
The only time the desired-rebel part of my
writer-mama shadow is allowed to come out is when I am writing about a character that has traits of people I've known in my past. Their rebellions, their freedoms, their choices all come through in my writing; I don't know if I envy them or fear them. I don't consider my lifestyle to be that of a wallflower; I am pretty liberal, laid-back, and adventurous, but I don't see myself as fiesty, rowdy or the life of the party.
Trying to put myself in the shoes of a rebel is not easy to do since I've never really experienced that set of mind. I can try to fake it in my writing, but it seems so obvious to me that my words show that I've never really done some of these things.
Young adult novels today are full of extreme experiences to draw the reader in (e.g., alcoholic friends, abusive parents, drug-addicted siblings, rape/incest/teen pregnancy, murder, abandonment, etc). I've read numerous award-winning books, and they all have at least one of these topics in the story. It's depressing, but I wonder if more and more adolescents are relating to this material.
When I was in high school the hot topics were sex and booze, but now it seems like these topics are light and the heavy ones in the award-winning novels today are the ones publishers want to see.
My little experience with the light topics is certainly more than my experience with the heavy ones, so as a writer I struggle with writing stories that teens relate to on such deep (depressing) levels. Is my main character in my young adult novel too simple, too boring, because he faces different types of challenges instead of experiencing acts of rebellion in his life?
Well, I may be simple and down-to-earth, but this is what makes me happy. I'm certainly looking forward to having my first glass of wine once my baby is born (after I've pumped or nursed), but one glass is enough for me. I just hope that the simplicity and down-to-earth approach of my writing for teens can interest them and make them think.
In the meantime, I look at my daughter and wonder: Will she be a rebel one day? Will she grow up among peers who experience abuse, alcoholism, drugs, rape, murder, etc? Will she want to read about these experiences in books? Will she be content to experience an act of rebellion once or will it become a habit? Will she look at me as a softy, boring mommy or as an adventure-seeking mommy who just has no interest in getting drunk?