Autopsy of an Ex-Teen Heartthrob by Avan JogiaMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
As a teenager, I always wished I could be half as cool as Beck Oliver. His rockstar aesthetic, down to his majority black wardrobe (especially the boots) and dear God did he have perfect hair. I tried to grow my hair long then too, but unfortunately it ended up resembling the wrong Canadian, being more Bieber-style. All that would’ve needed to complete the image of perfection was Beck to finally wise up to how shitty a girlfriend Jade was, and that Tori was a better match. (But then again, I shipped them more on the basis of how attractive they both were, than anything else.)
As an adult, though?
I can empathize more with Jogia’s account of his years of trauma and associated coping mechanisms.
He got off relatively light compared to others who suffered under the cursed empire of Schneider’s Bakery, but even back then, kids my age had no idea how much Jogia and his Victorious costars were getting fucked up behind the scenes. I don’t blame him for not wanting to remember, but just like with Jennette McCurdy’s memoir, I’m grateful that Jogia was able to write these poems. It’s not all Victorious related, of course, but that goes to show that he’s not about to let that one show define his entire existence. And that he’s healing enough to show himself in negative light as much as positive.
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