I used to be ashamed of idolizing Courtney, but I’m not anymore. In fact, all my friends know she’s my unicorn. I met her once during her self-deemed “fat stage.” Her hair was in big, prom date curls that shaped her irregularly large head. Her glasses were propped on her nose as she signed copies of her latest book, Dirty Blonde. I didn’t say a word. Unlike the gaggle of Olympia-born Courtney fans behind me clutching their sticker-studded love letters, I just mouthed “Thank you” to my teenage idol and walked away. She was too surreal. I couldn’t handle her presence. Courtney is very big in more ways than one. She’s a force.
