I’m Hero; I named myself after a character from a Shakespeare play. I used to pretend Hero was my actual name, until one of my best friends said that ‘Hero’ was (and I quote) “maybe a little pretentious?” until I explained to him that Hero doesn’t mean I think I’ve got crazy superpowers, it’s a reference to Much Ado About Nothing.
To quote said best friend: “I should probably have expected that.”
Like I said, I’m turning over a non-pretentious leaf. Funny story about Hero; when I was a kid I read a lot of abridged versions of Shakespeare plays because I’m me (just check the “literature” tag, all will become clear) and I fell totally in love with Much Ado About Nothing. For some reason, though, I got Hero and Beatrice confused. Anyone who’s read the play will know this, but for those of you (most of you) who haven’t, Beatrice is really spirited and witty and a little bit of a jerk and Hero is very quiet and lovely and delicate. I identified hugely with Beatrice… except because I was nine years old and my brain apparently didn’t function, I latched onto Hero, thinking she was Beatrice. Well, the name stuck with me so here I am, basically completely the opposite of everything Shakespeare’s Hero represents. But that’s okay, I like to think I’m forging ahead and beating a new path for Heroes everywhere; Heroes who are vaguely loud and rambunctious and a little less than… delicate.
So I’m seventeen and a freshman in college and I really like to learn. Knowledge is nifty, man. “Aut disce aut discede.” Either learn or leave. Anyway, Pottermore stuck me in Slytherin, which fits me sometimes, but as I get older I think I’m probably more of a Ravenclaw (which is what I originally identified with, but I’m not sure I can go through the crisis of self required to change houses again – thought I do still have the tie). I’m über Catholic (it’s sad that I have to make that distinction, but I live somewhere where ‘Catholic’ doesn’t always mean what ‘Catholic’ should mean) & I really, really love that. (Sometimes this blog goes nuts and gets really Catholic. I can’t apologize, it’s a fundamental and foundational aspect of my being and I’m not going to shove that into a dark corner somewhere.) I’m a literature freak. My life’s motto is that “there is always a relevant Gatsby quote” (never once has this been proven wrong). The Great Gatsby is my favorite book, by the way, but I love almost every classic novel I read, and I have this really peculiar love of J. D. Salinger (Franny & Zooey book stole my heart). To quote Gatsby (and therefore prove myself correct, this is fun): “I was rather literary in college — one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials…” I frequently write vaguely solemn and obvious editorials (it’s hard for me to write too solemnly, I’m restraining myself from using emoticons in this bio, it’s almost painful), but not for the Yale news… for myself in my journals, and if they’re not too abysmal, I dump them on this blog.
I’m a mediocre cellist — well, that’s slightly unfair to myself. I play well; but I’ll make the concession (and quote Aristotle in the process) that “well” can be said in many ways. I’m no Jacqueline du Pré, that’s for sure. But I love it and I bang away at it with my standard pigheaded perseverance (AKA that quality that probably got me stuck in Slytherin in the first place… I’m not one to quit things). Anyway, as a result of this incessant cello-ing, I
am kind of obsessed with really enjoy classical music. Shostakovich, Dvorak, Brahms, Schubert, and Mahler are my five absolute favorite composers; they’re just amazing and wonderful and… everything, basically.
This way I don’t have to explain who Jacqueline du Pré is either.
I also love old swing music (think Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong) and have an awkward appreciation for really awful 90’s pop music. (Do I know all the words to that one NSync song? Oh yes.) My ‘real music’ favorite bands are Arctic Monkeys and London Grammar. Beyond that, I love Marina and the Diamonds, Florence + the Machine, the Fratellis, Lorde (because I’m a doofus and yeah, jumped on that bandwagon) and a whole random assortment of music—to the point where my music taste can be called ‘eclectic’ at best and ‘what?’ at worst.
I basically have historian’s fallacy: I like things more if they’re old. Don’t ask me why, but if you find that one post with all the pictures of my room, you’ll see the ridiculous amount of old things I have lying around – and they’ve only grown in number since then, for the record. It’s not just things, it’s also music, literature, movies, fashion, art, philosophy… Everything, essentially. Old things just seem so much better… and when you remember that the general populace nowadays can’t even seem to remember to leave the apostrophes out of possessive “its”, perhaps you’ll understand where I’m coming from. (I spend a large amount of time weeping over the fate of society except not really I usually just weep over idiotic things like misplaced apostrophes. I’m quite the Grammar Nazi. Lynne Truss is my hero. I also really like semicolons. And parentheses. Obviously.)
I like tea a lot, too. Coffee more, I can’t shake my darn American roots. (And my dirty hipsterism means that I must love coffee and buy it for too much money at industrial looking coffee shops while wearing plaid and/or a sweater designed to look like a thrift store sweater that was actually bought for $80 at Urban Outfitters.) (I’m kidding; I don’t have $80, I shop at Goodwill not for fashion, but because I’m the cheapest person alive.)
Anyway, I have suddenly realized how darn long this bio is, so I’ll just stop it here. If you have any questions, drop them in the comments and I’ll get back to you probably absurdly quickly because I basically have no life and spend an obscene amount of time on the computer. Thanks for reading!
If you can do it. But you are in love
with the impossible.
No. When I can no more, then I will stop.