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letter to my new teenager

Hey you, with your beautiful eyes and your bones which were once so insubstantial as hope, as my long-dreamed dream of you. What advice shall I give to you, girl on the eve of your thirteenth birthday?
Many would say Shakespeare put it best.
This above all - to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
So let's start with that. This is what I'd advise you, darling:

First off, understand your source of intelligence. Don't just go with something because it sounds good. Take Polonius, for example. He was originally known as Corambis for a good reason. (Shakespeare always had a good reason.) The name means reheated cabbage. Always consider the context when you are deciding if something is actually wisdom or not.

Secondly, sweetheart, don't be true to yourself. Not necessarily, anyway. And certainly not if you've been listening to people like Polonius or whoever quotes him without thinking. You're sti…