At this point, everyone knows that perfectionism and procrastination go hand-in-hand. It was an epiphany the first time I figured it out, but soon it became permission to be lazy. It has now become a blog I pay to maintain but almost never update, a life still rooted in Florida despite my open-window-weather dreams, and grad school applications on some remote backburner until academic references materialize. Genuine irony is delicious when it’s not ruining my life, so I try to laugh about the fact that my own fear of failure has prevented so much success. But today, after months and. . . keep going
Oh hi! My name's Brittney; welcome to my soapbox. I'm an Angelina Jolie scholar, cooking-illiterate vegan, and fledgling, flailing poet who quit her corporate job to take the freelance plunge.
Feel free to laugh and point as I attempt to master everything from my bunnies' bathroom habits to self-employment taxes. I'll be using this blog to share my clumsy moments, check my own privilege, show what Florida life is really like, and remind everyone what "feminism" actually means.
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the recent past
- Cat bites are NO JOKE.
- No, you weren’t “flunked for your faith”. You were flunked for refusing to learn.
- Live-blogging the Golden Globes?! Stay tuned, gentleladies and gentlemen.
- This Simpsons producer is dying, so he’s using the rest of his life (and money) to save animals. What are you doing?
- Failure and mediocrity, take a seat. I’m not afraid of you anymore.