Welcome to a new feature here at Thirtysometeen, called Ohmigah, an homage to the columns in our favorite teen magazines , where our readers share their most embarrassing, traumarama, cringeworthy stories. Hopefully, they won’t all be about someone farting while talking to their crush, or getting their period while wearing a white suede mini skirt.
Our first entry is from Jessica, it’s actually not that embarrassing (unless you find going to Comic Cons embarrassing), but it is full of soul crushing disappointment:
Okay, so, I was attending a Comic Con in New York in 2007 because my boyfriend got us a free hotel room for doing a little reporting on the convention for a blog. Comic Cons are incredibly boring if you aren’t into that subculture or buying miniature, sexy Harley Quinn statues.
However, there was a Degrassi panel and my boyfriend told me Jake Epstein would be a guest. I’d been watching Degrassi: TNG for years, since I was a sophomore in high school, and I was pretty attached while completely aware that it was ridiculous. I cried when the Class of 2006 graduated. Craig’s insanity is one of my favorite things to ever be on TV, so I was jazzed.
I waited to enter the panel’s conference room with a couple 14-year-old girls wearing homemade Degrassi t-shirts, which wasn’t great for my self-esteem. Also, I was suspicious because they weren’t wearing Hell Hath No Fury t-shirts. Well, turns out Craig wasn’t going to be there at all. The special guest was Liberty. Liberty!! I’ve never been so disappointed. She did look really pretty, though. Not wearing overalls probably helped. I’m not going to discuss how long I waited in line to get a photo with her before I became too embarrassed to stand it and left, disgusted with myself.
Here is a link about the Craigless Degrassi panel, sadly it seems Liberty’s life was Craig free as well. http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=9482
Thank you for sharing your harrowing tale, Jessica! You braved thralls of teen girls only to be left crestfallen with nary a Craig to be seen. If you have an embarrassing story from your crazy teen years email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. We really want to hear how your bathing suit top fell off at the beach or how you got ran over by a go-kart in front of ALL your friends at your 16th birthday party. OMIGAH! TRAUMARAMA!