Becoming who you are.

I'm a writer. I. am. a. writer. What I write is not important. What I write is not meaningful. What I write is strictly for entertainment purposes only, meant to fill the gaps between texts and reruns of How I met your mother. I know all this but the fact reamins that 3-4 days a week I get up at an obscene hour, trek to the bus stop, make my way downtown where, after grabbing my mandatory vanilla latte, I sit at a desk and get paid to write. Sigh. I have been waiting my whole life to say that. Normally I loathe self admiration but tonight i'm going to make an exception and post the links to the articles that i've been writing; have a look and let me know what you think: http://www.puckermob.com/fun/clever-sayings-as-seen-on-tshirt http://www.puckermob.com/fun/over-it-10-facebook-statuses-that-must-be-stopped

Waiting for right now

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind. The time I stood with my shaking hands……” The words of my girl Taylor run through my mind the night before I start my new job. I have just been hired as a writer at Puckermob. Let me say that again. I HAVE JUST BEEN HIRED AS A WRITER. A writer that gets to pick her topics EVERY SINGLE WEEK! This, my friends, is the dream. Well, if it were my own column in the Post it would be the dream, but this is pretty close. Puckermob is an awesome online publication that features current, informative, and fun articles on a variety of topics. And, as of tomorrow, some of those articles will be written by me! I wish I could express all that I’m feeling right now; All day ideas for articles have been flashing through my mind (Which is good considering that I have to pitch five article ideas tomorrow) but along with them, a steady current of apprehension. OMG, is this real? Can this actually be happening? What if I screw it up? This could possibly be the first step on my path to……everything. It’s like I landed this job and suddenly I can see my path lit before me…..the possibilities are endless. And yet, the possibilities for disaster are also endless. All I want is for this to work out, for this to become something…..real. And I know that’s up to me (for the most part), which scares the hell out of me.

Showing my Disney side.

I'm standing in front of the full length mirror critiquing my appearance. Blue dress with sparkly purple tulle peeking out from the bottom. Hair braided in a circlet framing my face and a jeweled headband that could totally pass for a tiara. Dress for the job you want right? And, what's wrong with wanting to be a princess? Seriously? Awhile back I listened to a radio program where they were discussing how the Disney Princess persona negatively affects girls. Really? That's what's wrong with society today? Cinderella? "Today's culture teaches women that their worth is more about beauty and less about their intelligence. The “princess effect” has taken a toll on how young girls grow into the mature emotionally developed women." This is from an article denoting the supposed negative effect Disney Princesses have on young girls. Um, I’m pretty sure this standard was established long before Walt starting producing stories about girls in long dresses that could talk to animals (Maybe that's the concept we should be exploring....). Another quote from this article is as follows "These princesses are teaching girls they have to have perfect light skin, the best jewelry, and the thinnest waist. To make all of this happen most people receive plastic surgery." Well there is another option: PARENT YOUR CHILDREN!!!! from the day they are born your daughters will be bombarded with thousands of images and ideals. Make sure yours is the loudest and remind them that THEIR opinion is what counts and they should be fine. Worked for me. And my sister. And all of my cousins (most of whom are girls). "Most Disney princesses act as a “damsel in distress” which portrays them to be taken care of in order to survive." I can rebuff this argument in three words: Merida, Elsa, and Anna. All three are strong, confidant women with awesome personalities. And, technically they're all single (Though the argument could be made that Anna is starting a relationship by the end of the movie). Okay, last one "Not only does our society look up to these Disney princesses and celebrities but also Royal princesses like Princess Kate. If we think about our childhood we all fell in love with at least one Disney princess, well things have not changed. Everyone has fell in love with Princess Kate as well. It is very interesting how things have not changed from one age to another. Knowing this is SCARY. Making sure that society is educated on how princesses are unrealistic and not everyone will have a happily ever after is realistic." So, you go out of your way to point out that princesses don't exist in the real world using a real princess as an example? Sigh. Maybe I just don't get it. Or perhaps I just really, really want to be a Disney Princess and this article rains on my glitter parade. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a star I'd like to wish on......

#firstworldproblems

I’m sitting in my living room watching the antics of the housewives (Beverly Hills) eating pizza and margaritas while watching my sister try on the Louboutins she got for Christmas. These pursuits are only interrupted to challenge each other, or her non-romantic life partner (don’t ask) Bryan in Trivia Crack, a phone game that is aptly named. Kylie (my sister) and Bryan are not even supposed to be here; they are supposed to be in Utah at the Sundance Film Festival but yesterday, the East Coast got blasted with major snow, shutting down all airports from here to Ohio. Which means they’re stuck with us till tomorrow. This also means that this morning was spent on the phone, frantically trying to switch out tickets and worrying about vouchers. Well, as least we’re not worrying about Kylie’s fertility issues (She found out yesterday that she might not be able to have children). Or mine (to recap: miscarriage, heading for divorce, approaching high risk pregnancy age range). Or the fact that my mother feels like a failure of a parent. Or the fact that I have the job of a 14-year-old. Or the myriad of other things that usually fill up the space in our minds and keep my therapist employed. All day, every day we worry; Will I find someone I can actually spend the rest of my life with? Will I be able to have children? How can I advance my career? Where am I going to be in ten years? Hell, in 5 years! I find myself starting the day exhausted and I am almost certain my mother and sister feel the same. Still, we are blessed with so much, I try to always be very thankful that our lives are together enough to pay attention to nonsensical things; for example, what the hell is wrong with Brandy Glanville??