September 6, 2002
Charisma wasn’t what I’d call it, unless you define “charisma” as the ability to impress others with full knowledge and volition of that forthcoming impression in the delivery. It wasn’t so much charisma as manipulation. I knew what they wanted to hear. I knew how to say it, and what play it would get. I didn’t design the anecdote to receive any other reaction. Moreover, the case can be made that this type of manipulative, contrived presentation is not merely a snapshot, not just a still of my life, but rather the defining characteristic of it. Am I so shallow?