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NOTE: Girls Write Now is the first organization in the country with a writing and mentoring model exclusively for girls. Girls Write Now provides guidance, support, and opportunities for at-risk and underserved girls from New York City’s public high schools.
WOULD STEPHEN KING LIKE IT: Early in his career a woman challenged King to write better female characters. The result was Carrie and King continues to have great female characters in his books.
I just love everything about this blog and story.
There is nothing wrong with you if you are single. Being single is fucking awesome. You get to go out where you want when you want and talk to any hottie you want. You don’t have to worry about checking in with someone; you don’t have to wonder what they’re doing when they’re not with you. There’s no sense of obligation outside of the typical ones involving school or work, and your days off are all yours to do as you see fit. When an extremely attractive person comes in to your work and chats with you, you are able to blush and giggle and smile and feel those butterflies guilt-free.
And hell, you are free to date – or not! Dating sucks, and everyone knows it. But when you date, you learn so much from it. I have learned to spot red flags really quickly and what I expect in a relationship from the other person. I have learned my turn-ons and how to express myself clearly to someone I care for. I’ve also learned that I’m cool with being alone for now. Eventually something will come along, and even if it doesn’t soon, I’ll be okay with it.
I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether.
“SO, what are you doing after graduation?”
In the spring of my last year in college I posed that question to at least a dozen fellow graduates-to-be at my little out-of-the-way school in Vermont. The answers they gave me were satisfying in the extreme: not very much, just kick back, hang out, look things over, take it slow. It was 1974. That’s what you were supposed to say.
My classmates weren’t, strictly speaking, telling the truth. They were, one might even say, lying outrageously. By graduation day, it was clear that most of my contemporaries would be trotting off to law school and graduate school and to cool and unusual internships in New York and San Francisco.
But I did take it slow. After graduation, I spent five years wandering around doing nothing — or getting as close to it as I could manage. I was a cab driver, an obsessed moviegoer, a wanderer in the mountains of Colorado, a teacher at a crazy grand hippie school in Vermont, the manager of a movie house (who didn’t do much managing), a crewman on a ship and a doorman at a disco.
The most memorable job of all, though, was a gig on the stage crew for a rock production company in Jersey City. We did our shows at Roosevelt Stadium, a grungy behemoth that could hold 60,000, counting seats on the grass. I humped amps out of the trucks and onto the stage; six or so hours later I humped them back. I did it for the Grateful Dead and Alice Cooper and the Allman Brothers and Crosby, Stills & Nash on the night that Richard Nixon resigned. But the most memorable night of that most memorable job was the night of Pink Floyd.
This article will turn four tomorrow, but I still find a lot of validation in it — especially for all of those soon-to-be-grads out there.