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."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Ugh.
3 comments:
hey! coffee. keep speaking your mind and standing in your voice! you're awesome.
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.
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
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam"
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