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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Idea: while you work, listen to music in a language you don't know; say "I am rebuilding_my_Polish_playlist."
Other idea: while you work, listen to music in the language you're learning: "Der Unterschied zwischen mir und einem Tier..."
Other other idea: while you work, listen to music in a language you don't really know, but in which you recognize some words; listen to a song you've heard an English speaker break down, so that you know it's about the singer dissing her ex: Shakira's Bizarrap session that bopped into popularity, being not just catchy but attitudinally apt.
Remember that she was not just the source of your Gracefield Camp nickname Shakirsten, but also one of your early
celebrity_girlcrushes.
Question whether you ever had a "celebrity crush" as such; ask yourself whether it would mean more than a passing "hey, so-and-so's hot/cute/beautiful" (which you wouldn't admit to yourself at that age anyway; see homophobic mother, culture, internalized appropriateness meter).
Wonder whether your sister-in-lawlessness, reportedly completely straight, had more of a celebrity girlcrush than you; your boyfriend reports with amusement that she wrote a fan letter to someone on the X Files show (Gillian Anderson?) with the words "You're the only one who understands me."
Decide you wouldn't have done the same thing at age 12. Or ever. But it's strangely adorable.
Laugh over the idea of idolizing someone for the opposite reason. Imagine writing, "Shakira, you're the only one who doesn't understand me. Shakira, it's refreshing. Shakira, let's get coffee sometime."
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