`` and then that summer at camp i met k-15 , who had that kind of puppy-dog face with the big brown eyes and drooping eyelids that just sort of made you want to take care of her , only she did n't want me to take care of her , because she was a very empowered feminist who liked me because she thought i was the great mind of my generation , but then she decided i would never be-and again i 'm quoting-'an artist , ' which was apparently cause for dismissal even though i had never claimed to be an artist-and in fact if you have listened closely you have already heard me freely admit that i suck at pottery .