I know I’ve been focusing a lot on food, but I wanted to take a moment to share a little bit of knowledge I’ve gained from living a life of rejection. I’ve been an actress since I was a little girl, and as an actor you get rejected a lot.
My mornings can be hectic. I have 2 dogs and a new kitten and sometimes I just can’t get out of bed in time! Cooking breakfast can be a hassle so sometimes I need to grab something quick.
I am not a nice ass, or a pair of perky tits. I am not going to be identified and respected in pieces. As women, we struggle with gaining respect for who we are as whole people. Guys constantly ask each other whether they’re a boob or an ass guy which begs the question… Is that all men think we’re good for?
When I think about the counterculture idea I think about the 1960’s movement that rejected the stiff, suburban uptightness of the 1950’s culture. Although I applaud the youth for attempting to break free from the constrains of a rigid and conventional society, nowadays the term seems to conform where it attempts to liberate.
Have you ever laughed about something that you didn’t even think was funny? Do you ever wonder why you do it? I’m one of those people that starts laughing when someone says anything really, almost out of respect for the person who spoke. If someone tells a joke that I don’t think is funny, I…
I’ve been watching a lot of Gordon Ramsey’s kitchen nightmares, and other shows where he screams at people because they keep f*king up their restaurants and subsequently their lives. Although he is a very harsh guy, he does have a point. If you’re gonna open a restaurant, you need to try! You need to put in effort every single day if you want to get to where he is, or anywhere near there.
One thing I’ve realized even since I was a kid is that I don’t really like the same things as people my age. I grew up a little quicker than everyone else because of the fact that I’ve been working since I was in diapers. When other teenagers were making up dance routines with their friends, I was off buying cigarettes. I was a bit of a rebel.
I’ve always been one of those women that referred to her dogs as children. They miss me when I’m gone, I make sure they’re fed and have water, and I carry about their happiness and wellbeing. Dogs have some similarities with children when it comes to things like I mentioned above, but there are definitely some things we do to or with our dogs that we would never do with or to, a child.
My 23rd birthday just passed this week, and although I had a great time with my family…my birthdays just don’t feel the same anymore. My parents always told me that the older I got, the quicker the days would fly by and the less exciting my birthdays would be. Obviously the whole “time flying by” thing happens because we are no longer carefree. We have responsibilities, and monotony, and we do the same things every single day. Traditionally, at least.
My mother used to express her astonishment with the fact that I would find pens everywhere. In the dugout when I was playing little league, hiding in the conspicuous cracks of the sidewalk, and even hiding between the apples at the grocery store that someone probably lost from their shopping list.