25 years ago today, my mom and I left Chicago and arrived in central Florida to begin a new life. I was two, she was 28 (a year older than I am now… yikes), and almost everyone we loved was suddenly a thousand miles away in breezy Chicago or its soft-grassed suburbs. I was distraught and ungrateful; she was newly divorced and brave enough to make this daunting leap alone. Almost every day since then, I’ve missed Illinois and hated this state. I never adjusted to the weather, I flew back “home” to spend every school break with my cousins,. . . 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.