Usually I try to keep personal rants, words that are not related to writing or entrepreneurship, out of the blog. There are too many people who are looking for attention out here and I don’t want to be just another hopeless chick in the blogosphere with nothing better than do with an internet connection.
However, before we can all move forward as business owners, (or go further in your careers, because entrepreneurship is not everyone’s calling) there are some poorly chosen emotional investments (think: how things make us feel) in which we must cash out, like I’ve done with the Facebook stock, which has now fallen to $20.04 per share. In fact, I’m all cashed out, and can now type all of this, without shedding a tear…
Before I “go in” (I’m so NYC right now!) on my soapbox let me address what some of you will think, if you don’t already: I don’t need a therapist. I am fine. I truly love life. While I not only subscribe to the notion of reaching out to an unbiased professional to “sort things out” — and I have, after an auto accident and near the end of a relationship I had no business being in to begin with — I still keep someone on standby in the iPhone. But as it stands, I don’t need a therapist. I’m a better person, but based on what’s been floating throughout the major social networks, you are better than me. Better at handling news, better at not teasing someone’s look, and better at being a Christian. Yes, it’s going to be that kind of post!
On eating less chicken. With the recent news about Chick-fil-A’s CEO Dan Cathy, who declared he and his restaurant are against gay marriage, I haven’t seen so many Christians since Easter Sunday. Clearly, what makes you better than me, is your unapologetic stand for traditional marriage. If you are truly following all of the Bible, not just the parts that make you feel better about yourself, carry on.
And for those who support homosexuality by choosing to not eat at Chik-Fil-A earlier this week: where have you been hiding? Have you been marching? Donating? Shopping for rainbow stickers? No worries. Here’s your chance to partake in it all.
On defending Gabby. Earlier this week I shared my fear…of nothing; when I pitch a story idea to an editor or blog owner and get no response from them — not even a rejection — I’m almost afraid to write anymore. This fear is something that I have tried to explain as the reason behind my procrastination, the over-looking of business opportunities and the “missed phone calls”. And this fear is nothing in comparison to an older and long-running fear…of not being pretty enough. I was teased as a “skinny girl”, with thick-lensed glasses, because my parents didn’t think it was important for me to look normal at their 80s middle-income expense. Few people defended me back then. But today, support for Olympic medalist Gabby Douglas, who was recently criticized on Twitter for not having her hair done as she flipped and twirled into first place, is coming out of the woodwork. And by woodwork, I mean Facebook.
When I spoke my peace — ironically, on Facebook — on how everyone is holier-than-thou on this particular issue, my friend Sarai of www.SaraiGlamour.com quickly replied, “of course, you are right Ty, we have all talked about bad hair before. I think it’s just that people are more outraged that in all her accomplishments, people with nothing better to do than to down others, will still find something negative or bad to say…” (She then reminded me that we all “will resume talking about folks soon.”)
Well, where was the outrage when the nerds (when it was uncool to be a nerd) in High School were being tormented while trying to make all A’s? Or when the gay guy was trying to make sense of his own life while he was bullied, because “he looked gay”? Bandwagoners…you all are better than me.
On…that dang Facebook…again! While most of you were choosing to eat chicken, to not eat chicken or to stand up for Gabby’s tresses — in other words, choosing to be better than me this week — there was a story in the lifestyle section of CNN which caught my attention. Jessica Ravitz’s Face it, Facebook: Sometimes you suck (last link, I promise!) describes how a random peek at the social network’s feed can force you into a place where most women don’t want to be: thinking about the ex.
While I don’t agree with her thoughts on how 20-year-olds don’t have adult issues, like seeing exes with the next’s, or having miscarriages, I hear her loudly on how Facebook friends of Facebook friends cause you to remind yourself of a past you’ve been trying to forget. But because you’re better than me, after reading the story you will think I (and Ravitz) need to get over that ex. I have, (oh how I have… *blushing*) but I am not looking for updates about his new life and new wife, when we called our wedding off just over a year ago.
Yes, I’ve missed the memo on what to say and on how to feel. On being righteous towards this, and saying nothing on that. On following the majority on Facebook, Twitter and CNN (did you see the comments?) and on having an opinion as a writer. I thought being true to who I am, faults and all, still counted today. Alas, it’s all about being perfect, or at the very least, being better.
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