I Hate Myselfie: A Collection of Essays by Shane Dawson
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From his first vlog back in 2008 to his full-length film directorial debut Not Cool, Shane Dawson has been an open book when it comes to documenting his life. But behind the music video spoofs, TMI love life details, and outrageous commentary on everything the celebrity and Internet world has the nerve to dish out is a guy who grew up in a financially challenged but loving home in Long Beach, California, and who suffered all the teasing and social limitations that arise when you’re a morbidly obese kid with a pretty face, your mom is your best friend, and you can't get a date to save your life.
In I Hate Myselfie, Shane steps away from his larger-than-life Internet persona and takes us deep into the experiences of an eccentric and introverted kid, who by observing the strange world around him developed a talent that would inspire millions of fans. Intelligent, hilarious, heartbreaking, and raw, I Hate Myselfie is a collection of eighteen personal essays about how messy life can get when you’re growing up and how rewarding it can feel when the clean-up is (pretty much) done.
blind them to reality. A year later I decided to go to their website to see if Allan still worked there and what I found wasn’t shocking at all. The company had gone under because of all the legal fees they weren’t able to keep up with due to all the lawsuits from their former students. I breathed a sigh of relief. Karma does always come back around. And a few years after that when I won a Teen Choice Award for Choice Web Star I thought about all the people who had helped me get there. And not
psychiatric counseling, but we played doctor a lot, so that balances everything out, right? We ended our friendship because I moved across town, and long-distance friendships don’t really work when you’re eleven. This was pre-internet, so we didn’t have Twitter to follow each other on. It was almost like she’d died, and I totally forgot about her. Wow. Through the next fifteen years I had many more girl (SPACE) friends. They were all different and unique in their own ways. Some of them were
with you! Tell me, do you have any friends? Old Lady: They’re all dead. Me: Great! Well, wouldn’t it be nice to have something to remember them by? Old Lady: My last friend stole my husband, so . . . that’s kind of hard to forget. Me: Wow. That got dark really fast. Well, I have something more uplifting than a rage-filled vengeful heart! How about . . . [Whips out shitty bracelets from a Home Improvement lunch box] Me: Friendship bracelets! Old Lady: Cute. I’m closing the door now. I have
standing ovation from her peers and Raul couldn’t contain himself. He squealed with pleasure like a sadistic pig getting branded by a hot iron. She was seriously born to be a leading lady; there was no questioning it. The next day the results were posted on the door of the chorus room after school. Just like in the movies, we all ran there after the bell rang to see what our parts were. There was screaming, crying, and lots of fake hugging. Tara and I made our way up to the door and took a deep
I don’t know. I’ll have to find a place. Me: Well . . . you can stay with me till you find one. And that, my friends, was the dumbest idea I had ever had. Hey, girl that I just started hanging out with, wanna MOVE IN?! I didn’t realize how insane it sounded because to me I just saw a friend in need, but at the age of twenty-one having a girl move into your small apartment isn’t something sane people do. She reluctantly said yes because she really didn’t have another option. That night we were