Sunday, April 28, 2013

filtered mania

There is a real danger that comes with blogs. Sure, that may have been the lamest sentence I have EVER WRITTEN, but that's just the way it goes. Anyway, DANGER. This blog is dangerous! You think you may know me intimately through my words, yet there are filters. I know there is an audience. I censor. I shield. And, weirdly enough, I am actually flesh and bones, not just Times New Roman. (Okay, so I think Her Fog and Pearls is Arial, but that's less poetic. And I call the shots around here!)

Before I become too obnoxious, let me say that I am flattered people read and appreciate my words. It's tremendously humbling. Thank you. HOWEVER. However, I am not here to be anyone's manic pixie girl. What is read on a screen is a tiny fraction -- and a distorted one -- of who I am. A concept I am not.

I hope this ain't coming across as too self-absorbed, but I fear that it is. Well, fuck it. No more people pleasing! I'll say and do and eat what I want! I'll go where I want and love who I want. Whom? Fuck it! I'll use whatever kind of grammar I wanna use!

Holy Moses! So apparently "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" is a term coined by the critic Nathan Rabin, who said, "The Manic Pixie Dream Girl exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures."




Meg said...

hey! coffee. keep speaking your mind and standing in your voice! you're awesome.

Rachel said...

hahaha. I love this. I dated a few Mormon boys who treated me like a manic pixie dream girl. They thought I was so special and unique and unlike all the other girls. I sure charmed them. What losers.

Rachel said...

now this is stuck in my head dream girl,
"When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is