Andrea

Never mind the other profiles with self-deprecating excuses citing self-indulgence. Unleash the narcisstic Andrea!She is a classical musician who hears the world crescendo in harmonic sonorities, an artistic feminist who tries terribly hard at being an altruistic advocate, a scintillating prosaist who waxes lyrical about being the lover of life and a vivacious hippy who simultaneously swoons at and condemns the concept of a compartmentalised spiritualist.Screw the third-person voice.I pretend to be an imbecile and over-compensate by being a nerdette. And I swear I was born in the wrong decade. For inexplicable reasons, there is an awkward glam to be able to say "I wore SHOULDER PADS" and have, gasp, photos. Or wear goggle-like plastic specs with the 1950s Pleasantville heart on your sleeve. Or to walk out of the house touting satin gloves and feathered hats with a 1920s chic sparkle.History and I play catch-up all the time. We try to keep it away from karma.P/S: Eve Ensler should take a hike.