What I essentially knew about Sisi before beginning “all Sisi reading, all the time” week was that she was a very unhappy woman who had a difficult relationship with food. She didn’t eat, basically, and she exercised for hours and hours. Now, I think being in the public eye is the kind of situation that would give many women a bit of a complex about food. I do not, truth be told, know a single woman who seems to have a completely untroubled relationship with food, and they are not largely in the public eye so I figured, “Great. This is someone a lot of readers will be able to relate to.”
No. I was wrong. This is someone no one can relate to.
Actually, that’s not true, either.
I guess I’m asking just how quirky you are. Like, really, human hair – do you collect it? Do you periodically slip your co-workers mean poems about themselves? Is that how you communicate with people? Angry poetry writing? What’s your relationship with your hairdresser like? How many slaves did you have growing up?
Maybe you are the person who is really going to “get” Sisi. I kind of hope you are. I think that she seems like the most difficult woman I can imagine, but, hell, I like her anyway.
So. Who was Sisi?