Remember that particular brand of high school angst? In my senior year English class, which involved a lot of discussion, a female classmate said “Do you ever feel like you’re looking out of a mask?” I knew exactly what she meant but was too chicken to speak up. She was greeted with silence, and did not elaborate. Either no one else was brave enough to say anything, or they hadn’t had that same feeling. I have always regretted staying quiet. I can’t remember what we were discussing. Probably something involving Shakespeare or a modern hero (it seemed like all we did was read Shakespeare and work on our never-ending modern hero definitions) (here’s someone who thinks Homer Simpson fills the modern hero role).