Happy Sunday, y’all! The sun is finally BACK in NY on this Mother’s Day…it’s been grey and dreary all week. In addition to celebrating my mom today, I’m taking time to do some spring cleaning and some writing.
Now that I’m back in the working world and commuting every day, I’ve taken less time to write – both here on my blog and in my personal journal. Eek, no good! I miss it. But, I’m happy to say, I genuinely love my job. I’m not dreading work tomorrow – I’m looking forward to it!
Also, life has been so wonderful since quitting Facebook, Snapchat and Instagram. My boyfriend even decided to ditch Facebook the other day (he never snapped or insta’ed to begin with). Yay for social media not ruling our lives!
Enjoy your family and friends and all of the little things you love – life is short folks!
Happy Word Nerd Wednesday, y’all! I’m now Facebook free! Wooo! I’m currently writing this as I sit with my ass in the grass on this warm day here in NY. Rudolph is right by my side…obviously. Life is great.
So…what am I reading? Ahh, a fabulously hilarious book edited by Henriette Mantel that is a collection of humorous anecdotes from female writers and they all have one major thing in common. THEY DON’T HAVE KIDS. Not only do they not have little buggers, they aren’t planning to have them. Ever. So naturally, I’m getting a kick out of this gem.
Here are some entertaining excerpts from my new favorite book:
Women’s magazines print serious articles about the beauty of a pregnant women’s enormous belly (oh, please) and her glow. A bride glows, a pregnant woman glows; is there no glow left for the rest of us? And when I read about the pancake-sized nipples that accompany pregnancy, all it does is put me off IHOP for life, which is a pity since that’s the only place I really get my glow on. – Suzy Soro
In high school I once wrote that my ambition in life was “to not get pregnant.” I thought it was funny, but no one laughed. I was sent for counseling. – Julie Halston
You’d think that people who do have children would take a greater interest in the world of the future, but I’m not seeing that so much. Parents often seem more intent on making sure their kids have advantages over other children than improving the situation at all. – Betsy Salkind
I oppose breeding, in animals and humans. If you’re going to get a pet, take the five-year-old at the shelter, not the purebred puppy from the mill. There are so many homeless and needy animals, why bring more into the world and condemn the others to unnecessary suffering and death? – Betsy Salkind (I just want to quote her entire section. She’s my soul sister.)
Even if you have kids or want kids, No Kidding: Women Writers on Bypassing Parenthood is a great way for folks to understand WHY some people choose not to have them. It’s not for everyone, and that’s OK. You enjoy the pampers, I’ll enjoy the pups.
Note: You can find an updated version of this piece on Thought Catalog, here.
Hi! My name’s Jackie and I’m a so-called late bloomer. The good folks at Wikipedia define a late bloomer as someone whose “talents or capabilities are not visible to others until later than usual.” My definition? Someone who played with Barbies wayyyy after their “fun and cool” expiration date.
I recently found out that my 13-year-old cousin has a boyfriend. Naturally, it made me think back to when I was 13; I had just started 8th grade and was rocking some fresh braces. My wardrobe was largely made up of the latest Limited Too fashions and zero bras because, let’s face it, I didn’t need them. My “Aunt Flo” was still three years away, my first drink was six years away and my first relationship was still 11 years away.
I watched my friends around me as they dated, and listened as they gushed over first kisses and everything else that I had zero experience with. I never had anything to contribute to these conversations and felt totally lame. But then I’d go home and watch Boy Meets World and believe that my Corey (or Shawn or Eric or Jack) was out there and I’d meet him soon enough. So I didn’t fret. I focused on other things like school and reading and writing and daydreaming…lots of daydreaming.
Graduating high school without ever having kissed a guy and without ever having had a drop of alcohol seemed to go against everything I’d ever watched on Gossip Girl. But then again I wasn’t living on the Upper East Side and my name was not Blair Waldorf (though I totally did dress up as her my senior year of high school — the irony now kills me).
Oh and remember that time I was Napoleon Dynamite during my freshmen year?
I’m choosing to write about this now because I think it’s important. It’s important to know that you don’t have to compare yourself to others or feel weird because you’re “behind.” You’re not behind. You’re not missing out. You’re being true to yourself and that’s awesome.
I used to be so embarrassed about all of these “milestones” I still hadn’t reached. Like, oh my gosh I’m entering my second decade of life and have never been kissed! I’m Drew Barrymore! I realize now how ridiculous my worries were and I hope that someone feeling that way now will read this and feel better. We shouldn’t feel pressured to change because society tells us we should’ve done this or that by a certain age. That’s not fair to anyone.
Being a “late bloomer” has actually given me more confidence today. I’ve learned over the years to be happy with my life and understand more of why I am the way that I am. I’m a patient person who doesn’t like to feel rushed into anything I’m not ready for. Why should anyone be embarrassed for that? I’m glad I didn’t waste years dating duds because now, at 24, I’ve found a gem of a guy who I love very much.
I’ll leave you with a quote from fellow LBAnna Kendrick: “When I was a teenager, I was an ultra late bloomer, and my mom would say it was a blessing because it means you never have to wonder if guys are only interested in you because you’ve got boobs.”