Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
Taking My Temp: A Post-Anorexic, Word-Thirsty Fever
My Thoughts Upon Seeing Wild
The film fails to bring on any overwhelming emotions, I think because it fails to truly connect viewers with each character if they haven’t also read the book. Despite this, there’s a worthy message at the end.
Monday Must-Reads
The pieces I read over the weekend and loved. Topics include: the NBA, badass women who work for the NBA, racism, introverts, the twisted ‘privileges’ of academia and why your family drives you insane.
On Making Plans for My Sanity (Or, At Least, Decreased Insanity)
I’m the type of person who can only survive the day-to-day when there are things up ahead to look forward to. Vague, lofty ideals like a potential white wedding or children who will grow to resent me do not count.
A Lowkey Mental Breakdown
A good sign that you’re having a meltdown is that you just spent $15.00 on an Eckhart Tolle audiobook. It’s a last ditch attempt to run away from your current self and discover that elusive peace of mind.
A Potential Analysis of My Missing Eyebrow Fever Dream
It was all my insecurities manifested as some sort of Dali-esque nightmare…the makings of a surrealist film that Women’s Studies majors would go to town with.
Dear Diary #18.
Be thankful you’re not the woman melting down and aggressively cutting everyone in the security line–but know that that woman totally exists inside of you. And more gems, after the jump!
Narciss-survey, #2
Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
A: GETTING INTO BED LIKE THE DIRTY GIRL I AM.
Because I have writer’s block and surveys are fun!
The Inspiration Suck-Hole
I continue to suspend the reality that inspirational quotes trend towards the cloying and the cliché, earnestly hoping that their repetition will pay off.
