For three days it was my mom, my sister and me, on the couches in the living room talking about personal things a little too personally.
Let’s have a state of the sickness, my mother would say and we would go around sharing our latest symptoms and what the internet had told us. You see, we had independently researched our illness online and come up with independent conclusions. None of them matched.
It was a strange bonding experience. My mom realized she loves Hallmark Christmas movies which is weird that it took this long because in the words of Rob, she is a Hallmark Christmas movie.
Jessica tried KUTWK for the first time.
I got emotional when Sabrina the Teenage Witch delivered one of those great nuggets of wisdom as Sabrina was forced to fight to prove her love for Harvey or risk life as a frog. When asked why Zelda would allow Sabrina to risk her future for this task Zelda said, “It was never a risk. It’s always true love at 16.
It’s always true love at 16.
This blog is one of my proudest accomplishments in the past few years, probably of this past life as Jillian Lorraine Denning. I’m proud I’ve kept it up. I’m proud of things I’ve written. I’m proud of my growth.
I have the nicest, most supportive blog readers. A friend of mine commented on that. She said, “Do you know this person?” about some comment or another. “No,” I said. “She’s great though, isn’t she?”
I love whenever I get a thoughtful comment. Like this one. It made me laugh because it’s so accurate.
I love whenever I get an email from someone and my words meant something to them. I’ve had people reach out when I don’t write in a while making sure I’m OK. I’ve been invited to coffee dates in various cities around the country. Real people who appreciate my words and I appreciate their words, and somehow, some way, we are helping each other through life a bit. That’s the dream.
I remind myself. I am living the dream!
Would I want that other dream? The one where mean people on the internet dissect everything I wear and say and do? Where I force sponsored items into half-hearted posts so mean people on the internet could dissect everything I wear and say and do?
I grind my teeth, remember?
I know my limits.
I’m living the dream.
Lena Dunham wrote this piece about Lil Miquela and I read it on Tuesday morning and really wanted to speak to someone about it. I had so many thoughts–they ventured into Kanye and the blurring of social media and life and What Is Art Now Anyway.
My go-to texters were MIA so I mentioned it on Instagram.
Very quickly thereafter Lil Miquela liked the post!
And then I got some random people commenting asking me how I’m related to Lena and Lil Miquela!
And then I shut the whole thing down!
It was so stressful, my one second of non-internet fame.
I’ve removed the Twitter app from my phone again, by the way.
It’s too overwhelming. I need to find that balance, that once a day news sweep/action balance. I worry so much for this country, this world.
Also Lil Miquela. My guess is she’s this woman’s SIM/Avatar/graphic design/social experiment type thing and honestly the more I look at her the more I’m a bit scared.
I think that was sort of the point.
If there is a point to art, anyway
What Is Art Anyway?
I promised myself I would blog three times this week. Three whole whopping times like a Whopper Jr. with three sides of CrissCut fries and a Coke.
Does this one count?