"When I was almost thirty years old, my friend Samantha talked me into being a camp counselor with her to a group of thirteen-year-old girls at a YMCA camp. Samantha was a major do-gooder, always up for getting out and volunteering for causes usually involving animals or kids or the elderly. I considered myself more of a mental do-gooder. I had good intentions but preferred community service I could do from my couch while reading magazines and eating take-out---kind of like The Secret but with transfats. But this actually sounded sort of fun to me---specifically because I had great memories of summer camp and because I'd be with the thirteen-year-old group, which I felt was my target demo. Hell, I was practically like a thirteen-year-old girl myself with my love of Gummi bears, shopping at Forever 21, and illegally downloading Britney Spears songs---except that I lived in my own apartment, had a job, and had slightly easier access to alcohol. So I quickly agreed to do it, and before I knew what happened, I was a few hundred miles from home at a camp by Big Bear Lake getting to know my young charges. As I quickly found out, a lot had changed since I was thirteen. Today's thirteen-year-olds were smoking pot and, as it turns out, very very over Britney Spears. They preferred hard-core rap. And out of twelve girls, at least ten of them had names that were some version of Kristine." Buy the Book: Amazon | Barnes & Noble