I started publishing again on May 12, hallelujah.
I wrote some stuff (here and on Problogger); edited some more, and curated (oh gawd, that is THE MOST PRETENTIOUS WORD) a little more…all with a point. Actually, several points. Or maybe they’re themes. But here’s what I’m getting at and what I hope helps you.
1. Bringing unSexy Back
I’m on a bit of a tear. Maybe it’s a mission: I want you to stop avoiding what’s difficult and then beating yourself when you experience the ugly stuff. Pain, anger, insecurity – even jealousy – are inevitable, not a moral failing.
There are even possibilities here. Promise.
(So that’s what this series – Bringing unSexy Back – is about.)
Conflict is inevitable. No matter how clear you get, no matter how singular your purpose, you will be plagued by competing priorities. Continually. Always. And, I promise, in that depressing pronouncement you’ll find freedom. (Or at least freedom from your mental self-flagellation.)
Jealousy is awesome. Fabulous. Fantastic. I love it. I want more of it. I wish I could feel it every minute of every day. Ok, maybe not. But I do believe jealousy has gotten a bad rap.
I let the man order for me (!!). And guess what? Turns out every dinner plan when I’d turned down a steakhouse had been an error. Every time in my life when I didn’t order filet mignon and a Manhattan was a tragic mistake. Which got me wondering…what other things do I THINK I don’t like that I might? Maybe it’s time for us to systematically revisit our dislikes.
2. This Is What a Feminist Looks Like
Let’s shred some stereotypes. Let’s have some fun. Go ahead and send me your pics, you naughty feminist, you.
Christine Hennebury and I were conversing on The Twitters yesterday. I clicked over to her profile – – and THIS.
The feminist is the one in the prom dress and sash and there’s a serious point here so please click through and read this piece. I INSIST.
3. Failure + Ferocity AKA Parenting
Need I say more? It appears so:
So there I was, at Spring Break soccer camp with all my kids and their baby daddies. The sun was shining (in March! in Vancouver!!); everyone had shown up on time as though we’re all Modern Family and evolved like that; my hair was done; my lips were glossed; the kids were not fighting. In fact, they were making me look like I’m one of those together moms who remembers water bottles and snacks and indeed, today I’d brought snacks. This was no ordinary day.
Even though it’s Mother’s Day, let’s not romanticize it: being a mother means toggling back and forth between ferocity and failure. (At least it does for me.)
4. Git Yer Head Right
I was going to call this ‘inspiration’ but that seemed a little too pretty.
“Have you tried _____________?” OF COURSE I HAVE. People with clinical anxiety disorders are anxious, not stupid. So to avoid saying something inadvertently stupid AND insensitive to someone whipsawed by anxiety, don’t say that. Do this instead. A primer. By Michelle Nickolaisen.
What if that great big sparkling thing YOU want – that thing that seems so far away, maybe unattainable, the thing that makes you feel wildly uncertain and maybe outstrips your current skills and bank balance – what if you already have it? What if all you have to do is keep it?
Woman: be glorious. Be utterly, wildly unreasonable. Write your manifesto then LIVE it. I promise I will not judge you for your take out menus, love handles or untamed garages. I will, however, despair at your unwritten novel, un-filmed film, undiscovered genius. And so will Michael Jackson, so DO NOT LET US DOWN.
5. The Daily Yes
Stuff I’m digging – maybe this is called “curation” (ha!) – and maybe you will, too.
(Also: send me stuff you think should go here! )
What to watch – and hear, and believe – when you think the odds are stacked against your success…and when you suspect you’re not enough.
Lianne Raymond turned me on to this song/video – she heard about it from a bunch of nuns, true story – and I’m so glad she did. Because I have had this moment, in exactly these words, and I know you have too.
Mo’ Cleavage Mo’ Better
This is what I’m on about…and won’t you please join me?
Sex. Money. Meaning. Cleavage is sexy and means more than you might think. Here’s what I’m on about. (Hope you are, too!)
Confession: I monkeyed with your e-mail notifications because I foresaw a perilous cul de sac of inattention and darling I had to steer us out before we entered. But maybe I should have told you I did that. No maybe about it.
“I Need More Cleavage In My Life.” If this is true, then how ’bout you write for Cleavage? I’m not looking for “guest posts”, I’m looking for pieces. Essays. Articles. Stories. YOUR stories. Here’s how to get them published on Cleavage…
So that’s what I was thinking about and writing about and everything I published in May.