Who is i am enid coleslaw

But Coleslaw — even before I could conceptualize these things — reminded me that having my shit together wasn't always going to be possible, or even necessary. Instead, she continues to be difficult, stubborn, and disenfranchised — much to the criticism of everyone else around her. Her outcast sense of style physically set her apart from every normative person both within the Ghost World universe and the IRL world, including her best friend Rebecca.

Although Rebecca largely conformed to what was perceived as "normal" in terms of her clothes, Enid used her wardrobe as an active tool of rebellion. Whether by dyeing her hair green just to be mocked by the local record store worker, donning latex cat masks bought at sex shops, or trawling through yard sales for second-hand clothes and old records, she wore her weirdness as a badge of honor.

Many teen movies seemingly seek to remove and change "difficult" women, transforming them into more acceptable, stereotypical visions of femininity through awkward makeover scenes — just see Tai evolve from a stoner slacker into a high school prep in Clueless or Allison going from loser outcast to the apple of the jock's eye in The Breakfast Club.

Ultimately, Enid taught me the value in being weird. She proved that changing myself in order to "fit in" wasn't the key to a self-fulfilled existence. Her unwillingness to metamorphose into something cleaner, simpler, preppier, or easier showed me that there was no valid reason for changing myself to appease others.

By Ione Gamble. However, the urban sprawl and stereotypical American diners tell us that it is set somewhere in the United States. I do think there is a sort of autobiographical feature for Daniel Clowes in Enid so I believe that what Enid is experiencing is something he is or had experienced. But who hasn't had an identity crisis? Considering this is set after Enid and her best friend, Rebecca, graduate high school, it is a very odd time.

You could consider it a 'ghost' time. You are neither a part of high school but you are not quite in the adult world yet, just like a ghost is no longer a human but not completely crossed over yet. Page numbers will be marked. Enid's first look of the graphic novel is reminiscent of the stereotypical art curator - at least this is what I think of when I see this panel. We soon see, you guessed it, another change in Enid.

Her look this time is much more sophisticated and contemplative - sort of an art critic look yet again - which is seen as she drinks a glass of boring water at her usual haunt. She is much more toned down, showing the extremity of her fluctuations in identity. Enid loves how apparently "clueless" the place is with its bad replica of a s diner.

I can't even remember the last time a girl talked to me. Enid : I'm talking to you. You know, I bet there are tons of women who go out with you in a minute. I know I could you a date in, like, two seconds. Seymour : Good luck. Enid : I mean it. You leave everything to me. I'm gonna be your own personal dating service. Seymour : Yeah, well, we should get back. Enid : By the end of this summer, you're gonna be up to your neck in pussy. Seymour : Jesus!

Enid : You know what my number one fantasy used to be? Seymour : What? Enid : I used to think about one day, just not telling anyone, and going off to some random place. And I'd just And they'd never see me again. Did you ever think about stuff like that? Seymour : I guess I probably did when I was your age.

Enid : You know what we should do? We should just get in your car right now, and just drive off. Just find some totally new place and start a whole new life. Fuck everybody. Seymour : I'm, uh, I'm not in any good condition to drive. Enid : I'm serious! I'm just so sick of everybody. Why can't I just do what I want? Seymour : What do you want? Enid : What do you want? They look into each other's eyes]. Enid : Don't you like me? Enid : How come in all that time I was trying to get you a date, you never asked me out?

Seymour : [surprised] You're a beautiful young girl, I couldn't imagine you'd have any interest in me except as an amusingly cranky eccentric curiosity. Enid : At least you're not like every other stupid guy in the world. All they care about is guitars or sports.

Seymour : I hate sports. Rebecca : So, what do you do if you're a Satanist anyway? Enid : Sacrifice virgins and stuff. Rebecca : Well, that lets us off the hook. Enid : You know, we need to find a place where you can go to meet women who share your interests. Seymour : Well maybe I don't want to meet someone who shares my interests. I hate my interests. Enid : Yeah, yeah, just list your five main interests in order of importance. Seymour : Uh I'd have to put traditional jazz, blues and then ragtime at the top of the list Enid : Right, so, let's just say music.

That way we only use up one. Melorra : Oh my god, you guys, I can't believe we made it! Enid : [Deadpan] Yeah.

We graduated high school. How totally amazing. Are you saying that things were better back then, even though there was stuff like this? Seymour : I suppose things are better now, but I don't know, it's complicated. People still hate each other but they just know how to hide it better. Or something. Enid : Aren't you going to get that? Seymour : Let the machine get it.

I have no desire to talk to anyone who might be calling me. Enid : [about Seymour's garage sale] It was so cute how he had his own little bags. I thought I was going to start crying. Rebecca : Yeah, he should totally just kill himself. Rebecca : Oh, here's one.

Oh, but you have to share a non-smoking feminist and her two cats. Enid : I don't know I kinda like him. He's the exact opposite of everything I really hate. In a way, he's such a clueless dork, he's almost kinda cool. Rebecca : That guy is many things but he's definetely not cool. Enid : God, just think, we'll never see Dennis again.

Rebecca : [shrugs] Good. Enid : No, really think about that. It's actually totally depressing. Enid : Gimme all your money, bitch! Seymour : So, was that your boyfriend? Enid : Josh? He's nobody's boyfriend. He's just this guy that Becky and I like to torture. Rebecca : [about the rap song playing in the 50s diner] So, who could forget this great hit from the fifties, huh? Enid : I feel as though I've stepped into a time warp. Rebecca : [serving a woman a coffee] Can I get you a bis Rude Coffee Customer : [curtly] No, I do not want a biscotti with that.

Enid : God! How can you stand all these assholes? Rebecca : Some people are OK, but mostly I just feel like poisoning everybody. Enid : Well, at the least the wheelchair guy is entertaining. Rebecca : He doesn't even need that wheelchair, he's just totally lazy. Enid : That rules! Rebecca : No, it really doesn't.

You'll see, you get totally sick of all the creeps and losers and weirdos. Enid : But those are our people. Rebecca : [shrugs] Yeah, well Maxine : It's really quite something to see you all grown-up like this, Enid. I'd love to know what you're doing now. I can't help but feel I had some small part in how you turned out. What're you studying? You were always such a smart little girl.

Enid : I'm taking a remedial high school art class for fuck-ups and retards. Angry Garage Sale Woman : How much for this dress? Rebecca : God, I can't believe you're selling that. Angry Garage Sale Woman : What? Enid : Angry Garage Sale Woman : You're crazy. Enid : I was wearing that when I lost my virginity. Enid : Well, why do you want it?

I mean, it would look stupid on you anyway. Angry Garage Sale Woman : God! Fuck you! Rebecca : So now are you going to get a regular job? Enid : [a busty young blonde woman is walking down the street in their direction] What about her? Are you into girls with big tits? Rebecca : [making fun of Melorra] "Funky! Enid : What, is she black now? Enid : God, what a dork. Rebecca : You're just jealous.

Enid : Trust me, at this point I'm past the fact that every single guy likes you better than me. Rebecca : Oh, face it, you just hate every single guy on the face of the earth. Enid : That's not true. I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers.

Rebecca : Oh look, there he is. Enid : As always. Rebecca : Waiting for the bus that never comes. Enid : I wonder if he's just totally insane, or he really thinks the bus is coming?

Rebecca : Why don't you just ask him? Enid : Hi. What's your name? Norman : Norman. Enid : Are you waiting for a bus? Norman : Yes. Enid : I hate to tell you this, but they canceled this bus line two years ago. There are no more buses on this street. Norman : You don't know what you're talking about. Rebecca : Oh! It's that comedian I was telling you about. Rebecca : See this bit, it's the absolute worst. So what if she's been dead for 15 years? Rebecca : See?

It's barely even a joke. Enid : If he's so weird, how comes he's wearing Nikes? Enid : Joey McCobb is our God. Rebecca : I wanna do him. Enid : I bet. Actually, he kind of reminds me of that one guy you went out with, Larry.