I want to be a columnist. Like a social commentary columnist.

Please enjoy this breakdown of my past dreams and thought process:

• Fashion journalist? I figured out I don’t care enough. I do like fashion, but I really don’t have anything much to say about it besides Shit, why don’t I own those varicose vein causing heels (and I say that in the most loving way), or What is the world coming to, that is ugly. Everyone in that world takes everything very seriously and I just don’t think I could handle it. I’m already wound so tightly.
• Music journalist? This was a phase when I wanted to marry Tyson Ritter. So I figured if I become a music journalist, I could get close enough to him to make him fall in love with me. I love music, and music history, but I wouldn’t want to make this my job because it would take the soul out of it for me. Swear to god Almost Famous is the dream but the world is changing and it will never be like that again.

That being said, entertainment news doesn’t matter. I care, but I don’t care enough to do it forever. I’d be rolling my eyes going WHAT’S IT ALL FOR. So I want to talk about things, in a humorous/serious way, that matters and that people can relate to and understand.