Not too long ago, I found the diary I kept in 3rd grade— three pages in the headline read: "When you're a kid with red hair and freckles, you don't have any friends."
I was no naïve 8 year old; I knew the deal early, and from that point on I learned that self-deprecation and humor were the only things that would keep me sane throughout middle school and junior high. Any true ginger can relate to my plight. We are the number one transmitter of cooties, the butt of ceaseless jokes (You can hear them daily, especially, if you’re a Chelsea Handler fan like myself) and now there’s even been talk of our extinction. Go figure.
There have been many times that I’ve been tempted to dye my hair a more acceptable color: dark brown, medium brown, dark blonde, hell—even purple—but I decided to forgo any major transformations and stick to my true roots.
Besides, these days I have so many more pressing issues to deal with: yo-yo dieting (this goes hand-in-hand with my Food Network Channel obsession,) Prada shoes on sale at TJ Maxx, figuring out my Nook Color, Twitter, my determination to get published in the New York Times (BEFORE they make you pay to check out the online version,) employment (or lack of,) and my aspiration to establish a six-figure income.
You may be wondering—why create a blog? I wondered the same thing for five years, dubbing any bloggers as attention-deprived interweb freaks. I could just write a journal for myself, but as you will find I don’t have it all together so why not leave myself open to humorous, if not viable, suggestions from twentysomethings going through the same thing? Also, I figure any extra thoughtful writing will improve my overall skill and hopefully vocabulary.