Here’s to a companion blogger who airs her dirty laundry one sock at a time (AKA the whispering writer on blogspot) and the feature she found in Glamour magazine.
Hey, it’s okay if sometimes you want to watch a low-budget Lifetime movie. Not having to think too intently about a plot so thin that it’s pliable is actually good therapy for the brain.
Hey, it’s okay if you abhor advertising that takes personification to the maximum: Talking food products geared toward adults. Really?
Hey, it’s okay if you were an avid fan of Sex and the City on HBO but hated the movies and wished that Carrie didn’t marry Big but stayed with Aidan Shaw. They were, after all, so much better together.
Hey, it’s okay if you look at yourself in the mirror, find three new gray hairs and a new wrinkle that you know were not there the day before and then proceed to smile and tell yourself that you are naturally beautiful.