Natalie has never liked the word “no.” Even from an early stage, it meant one thing and one thing only: stagnation.
Her notoriously dramatic parents sought out professional advice in hopes that their adoring only daughter would snap out of it. Alas, doctors could only shrug; they suggested she suffered from mere stubbornness. For her part, Nat (who is all grown up now and still fears stagnation above all else) humbly suggests that the apple doesn’t fall from the tree. True crazy would be more like meeting on a blind date and getting engaged two weeks later. Hi, Mom and Dad!
At any rate, Nat’s fatal allergy to “no” paired wickedly well with her love for chatter. From hosting talk shows in her basement — most noted celeb was Nana — to broadcasting the lunch menu of chicken fries on her middle-school newscast, Nat grew up with an insatiable hunger to inform.
The turning point in her evil/charming reign over Atlanta was on her 13th birthday, when her foolish parents thought a camera would curb the Nattitude. When Nat unwrapped the powder blue Kodak digital, she knew at once the world was hers to capture. Hundreds of gigabytes, a few hard drives and numerous equipment upgrades later, Nat Roe took a four-year pilgrimage to Athens, Georgia, for college. She was saved by SEC football, soy lattes with one raw sugar and a Digital Broadcast Journalism degree.
Currently in a complicated relationship with California, Nat is dabbling in a New York affair. Her future plans include a rap album with a Kanye West feature, hosting Saturday Night Live and owning a beluga whale. Her backbone is aligned by a simple precept: People are her passion. Also, peanut butter preference is a valid gauge of character. To Nat, choosing creamy peanut butter is like leaving a party at 7 p.m.
Nat is eternally grateful for her family for always being her loudest applause, despite the fact she cried at Christmas … six years in a row. She is proud to be a product of every experience, of every human and every moment she has digested over the past 22 years. While she hasn’t quite figured out how to save the world just yet, she knows it begins with sunflowers.
Her mania still rears its head (Exhibit A: Buying a one-way ticket 2,400 miles across the country for an internship with OZY, two suitcases in tow). But we’re happy to say that Nat has matured (a loose term) from the likes of a middle-school informant into a passionate, driven, self-sufficient adult (another loose term).