From the desk of an editorial assistant…
Working in New York, I found out very quickly that sometimes you just have to ignore people. I walk like I’m on a mission from hell and whoever feels like giving me a vulgar comment or visually eye screwing me, I just grit my teeth and keep going. But when I’m in a bar feeling like a lamb in a wolf den, I’ve come up with a much different tactic.
I might get some angry comments for this next statement, but here it goes. Whenever I go out to a bar and don’t feel like being bothered by people, or, sometimes, admittedly just for fun, I make up an alternate personality. I go the whole nine yards by completely changing my name, occupation, where I live and where I’m from, and if at all possible, I speak in an accent—and my “accent” has hailed from just about um, everywhere. I figure I’m never going to see these people again—nor will they have a chance to get my number because I’m only visiting for a week, so why not, eh? During the day I’m Kellene from Shecky’s and by night I’m Victoria, a hair stylist from Russia who was adopted by an Irish family, hence my not-so thick accent.
Some people might categorize this as compulsive lying, but if I’m just doing it for one evening for the hell of it, or if I’m using it to fend off a creepy guy, do I still fall under that definition? Is this a New Yorkers-only problem? Is the whole ice queen attitude thing about us city folks true? But…I can’t imagine that I’m the first person to have ever done this.
Do you have something to confess? Do you have an alter ego? What’s her name? What’s she like? Share your thoughts and stories on this topic. If you think I’m wrong for doing this, or if you support my 50+ personalities, let me know!