I love This American Life. Ira Glass is my hero, Sarah Vowell is my heroine, the podcast is my weekly source of comfort, inspiration and entertainment, the Showtime series is one of my main teaching tools I use in class.
I’m not particularly smart or a terrific writer. But If I get broadcast on This American Life, I’ll know that no matter what, I can die happy. I will immediately consider myself successful. I want this so fucking bad that I’ll do anything to get on the show. Upcoming plans: interviewing my high school boyfriend, recording my first words with my mother in ten years, doing a story on a rap about J.Lo (the landlord, not the bubble butt), and much more. Watch out, bitches.
