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Saturday, November 9, 2024

Donald Trump is not my President....because I don't live in the US anymore.

In 2016 I was still based in New York and was right near Trump Tower when the results came in.

As soon as it was confirmed it was as if people sprouted from the concrete in immediate protest. Although there was anger in the air, the underlying feeling was almost disbelief that somehow the butt of the joke had pulled it off.

Somehow though, this time feels sadder.

It's been 8 years, and in that time this man has taken every opportunity to show the ugliness that lives inside him. At first you think, hmm maybe he is in on the joke? Over inflating his ego for comedic effect? Is it a bit? A poorly thought out character? Then the phrase "when someone shows you who they are, believe them" snaps you out of the confused haze and you realize, oh no...this is no act, this is an egomaniac, gassed up and self serving to his core. The world lays beneath him and as long as he is on top, he doesn't care what state it rots in.

Somehow we ended up here again.

To strip back political parties, red and blue, at it's core we were at the crossroads between decent and disgust and we veered swiftly into the swamp. 

There will always be differing opinions, different beliefs and ideals but there are also good humans and bad humans. There are people who work hard and are empathetic to those around them, people who have compassion and those who don't. There are people who have been given everything they have, and expect more, who spit the dummy when things don't go their way, and respond with hatred at every possible turn.

There are people with experience in spades, and people who have bluffed their way to the top.

That is what truly scares me.

An arrogant, entitled man showing the world that nothing has changed. That you can be a narcissistic asshole, never stopping for even a nanosecond to think of anybody else, and people will adorn your name and push power into your hands. With ego your only compass, forging forward, sneering and showing other young egomaniacs how the world still belongs to them.

Young girls wake again to see another highly qualified woman be denied her chance to try.

My heart genuinely hurts for those robbed of the opportunity for a glimpse of hope. Young girls who have to listen to the men in their life jeer and boast about Donald Trump and all he represents. Who have to accept the fact that an under qualified felon is somehow a more acceptable choice than a highly qualified woman. That compassion and empathy are not characteristics we expect from those entrusted to lead. 




Things on my mind lately.

Saturday, November 2, 2024









  • My dogs chronic ear infections. 
  • How it's possible to have I love you, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams literally rolling in a constant loop in my brain 24/7. To top it off, it's all because I saw a Tiktok of a girl figure skating to it and twirling around all majestically and I thought to myself, that seems like a euphoric feeling, maybe I should learn to ice skate and twirl around.
  • My inability to love
  • How fun girlhood is. It's truly so fun. 
  • How much I love knowing random interests and hobbies about my friends and family...truly, like please let me see your Spotify wrapped, tell me all your secrets! Who is your weird celebrity crush? What weird shit did you do as a child? I have to know! 
  • Nancy Meyers home decor.
  • If I really fell asleep at the head spa the other week or if I was just uber zen and if I was asleep how long was I out for, and did I chat to myself as I do notoriously talk in my sleep.
  •  How I deeply love how content I am in myself and my life but yet can't help but wonder if I was a bit more driven, motivated or even insecure in myself if I would have pushed for more, like sure content is very stress free and pleasant but is it secretly the thief of like....utter joy? I am mostly happy, but click your heels together, overwhelming love and joy? I don't think I know her.
  • How I really wanted to decorate my house for Halloween but at the same time...it's Spring. I have flowers coming out of my ears at the moment, but it feels chaotic to throw in some pumpkins when it's not even fall? 
  • Where the hell my scissors went?
  • How I don't think I have ever, even for a moment, not treated myself. Even when I was 18, and my paycheck did not even cover my rent, I would eat a Whatchamacallit on my walk home from work at 1am, partially in an effort to not pass out due to lack of food, but primarily because I always deserve a little treat at all times, also the world, I deserve that too.
  • Where my phone went after I woke up with a concussion after our house party in 2013...did I actually throw it out the window? Also what photos were on that thing, I would love to know! I was always very drunk and messy at that time so it probably held some gold!
  • How if I could dress like any singular person in my day to day life it would be the flashy girl from Flushing.
  • Secondary thought to above, I was always weirdly attracted to Ray Romano, so maybe I'm destined to be in Queens (ignoring the fact that I did live there when I was 18...would be a bummer if I failed at my destiny at such a young age!)