Monday, September 3rd, 2012
I wanted to be many things as I was growing up. All of them fell under the creative umbrella – actress, dancer, choreographer (I went through a phase where I thought I’d be the next Liza) and of course, writing always featured heavily. By the time I was 16, I’d nailed it down to writing. That is what I’d do. And so, I went about doing that. I wrote and wrote and wrote a lot. I interned and work experienced. And I somehow now find myself making money from blogging. This here blog brings me revenue through various sources, one of which being advertising. I have seen it said various places on the web that bloggers who have advertising on our sites (or are blogging for money) are ‘sell outs’. Since when does making a living from what you love make you a sell out? Shouldn’t that be the ultimate goal?
Monday, March 19th, 2012
Being that it was Mother’s Day yesterday, I got to thinking. I watched an episode of The Good Wife recently in which a young attorney left the firm because she was getting married and wanted to have a family. This caused shock among the more senior female members of the firm. You don’t have to give this up in order to have a family, they said, with strong undertones of how much she’d set the women’s movement back by making this decision. ‘But I want to be a wife and mother,’ was her reply. It made me think how, for all the advances we’ve made which allow us to have choices, this one is now somewhat frowned upon.
Thursday, December 8th, 2011
I’m not sure when it becomes such a benchmark, but it does and it seems to for all women: ‘By 30, I’ll have done X, Y and Z.’ The big 3-0 carries a lot of weight with womankind. It’s not like it’s explicitly said, but we’re expected to have ourselves ‘together’ by thirty. We should be married with kids and a good career. It’s around the mid-20s that the panic starts to set in if you’re not on track to achieve such perfection. Can we give ourselves a break? Exactly what are we in such a rush for?
Monday, November 7th, 2011
We’re all guilty of it – one of the first questions we tend to ask people when we meet them is ‘what do you do?’ It’s a measuring stick by which we judge whether or not they’re our kind of person, if we’ll get on, if we have similar interests. It’s only within the past few years I’ve come to realise it’s utter bollocks really and far too many of us are guilty of allowing our professions or jobs define who we are. It’s time we all dug a little deeper.