It's easy for me to wish I were a lot of things different than the way I am. I even sometimes get to feeling sorry for myself, wishing I could be little miss Martha Stewart or Betty Crocker or any of those other mildly-offensive but secretly coveted female comparisons. And then I come across this:
How is it possible that I have managed to survive to my almost-twenty-fifth birthday and only now discovered this amazing, riotous, talent? While so many bloggers out there (myself included) label posts with "weddings, laughter, DIY" and other such labels completely lacking in creativity and humor, Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, chooses to use labels like "Mixing medications," "Posts that will get me hate mail," and "No one thinks this is funny but me." She uses profanity and writes a column in "Sex Is" magazine. Her subject matter includes her anxiety medications and her cats. I am sorry for anyone who would find this offensive but to me....she. is. FUNNY. Just plain hilarious, and the best part is she is embracing it. Her idea of DIY seems to be the home-made valentine cards she made for her first grader after a recent lucky thrift store purchase (see post: Would You Like To Buy A Monkey? all about the haunted, faceless stuffed monkey she dubbed Copernicus). She posts more cartoons and comics to her blog than photographs (which I find fascinating and hilarious). She's blunt, vulgar, and frank. Her blog is all in hot pink and black, for heaven's sake.
While I am certain I am not necessarily ever going to be a Jenny Lawson/Bloggess blogger, I also know that I will probably never be a Martha Stewart blogger either. I just really hope that with consistent blogging and inspiration I will be able to find a happy medium for myself. I would love to write and make people laugh and provide real, honest, down-to-earth inspiration. I will always love looking at the pretty blogs covered in paisley layouts (i just love paisley) and fancy photography with fancy filters. I will probably always envy all of the "project" people in my life who are creative do-it-yourself-ers and are good at doing it themselves. But if I can ever make people laugh the way The Bloggess made me laugh all night tonight (she even had Tory with the Copernicus story) and fully own the woman that I am the way she does, I think that'd be ok with me. I'd prefer to leave out the medically treated anxiety disorder though, if I've got a choice.
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