Artwork by Emma Cohen.
It was something like 3am on a school night when I watched Ghost World for the first time. I was 12 and was dealing with the uncomfortableness of being a pre-teen girl; struggling with the difficulty of school, making friends, horrible back and stomach-aching periods and having to wear bras (to be honest, I’m still not over hiking up my boobs in a weird, wiry material, or time of the month’s). I was awkward, but dry humoured and sought friendships online because it was easier for me to connect with people in an anonymous space.
Watching a sarcastic and not really sure of herself character on screen, like Enid, I felt as if I’d found someone who, you know, understood me. When she got on the bus that never came at the end of the film, clutching her small suitcase as she headed off into the unknown, I thought she was the coolest person ever. I didn’t really ‘get’Ghost World then, but at the time, I thought I’d had it all figured out - I wanted to be like Enid.
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