I interviewed for a job recently, largely off the strength of this blog. The interviewer, who, after clicking around this site surely knew a lot more about me than I’d like, said: “The thing I like about you is your authenticity. You seem to be honest, no matter what you’re talking about.”
This was a big compliment for me, even though I ended up not getting the job.
Even now, the comment still warms me from within. It means I am doing something right. It means I am being the person I want to be. The kind words multiple interviewers gave me about this project warmed me against the sting of rejection.
Why does that word carry such a positive charge for me? And why is it such a deadly sin—in my perception—to be fake?
These are the questions that were knocking around in my head while I reread “Catcher in the Rye.”