i. Julie Julie was most of us. Or perhaps, we were all a Julie once. But most ridiculously for me, Julie is me. It might be long overdue, but my boyfriend and I finally watched the movie the other night. After five minutes of processing the prologue that somehow felt a little too embarrassingly familiar, he broke the silence by saying, “Why do I have a feeling that this woman is essentially you?” And he was right. Julie is me – a more reckless version of me, the kind of person I would become if I deliberately let my truest…
