All the Pockets You Need

dress with pockets

Hello Lovelies,

As a woman, many of you may know, it is a rare day that I am given the glory of usable pockets in clothes. Honestly, the front pockets on women’s jeans are there for fashion not function, it’s nearly a joke. And a dress with pockets is as rare as a snowflake in hell. To be frank, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an entire fetish site devoted to dresses with pockets for women ( I haven’t verified that, so feel free to disagree).

So, with this being said, you can imagine my surprise when I came across a perfectly fitting, semi-formal, strap-less dress in a random Goodwill in the boonies. Needless to say I was smitten. It’s a soft, barely pinstripe, lovely gray thing hitting in just the right place above my knee. The perfect sort of dress to wear to a banquet or wedding. I’m actually crossing my fingers someone gets engaged soon. If my magic finger-crossing voo-doo gets you a ring on your finger, you had best invite me. I can giveth and taketh away, my dears.

Now, as if that wasn’t enough to gush over, I have one more thing. Normally, I wouldn’t do this. I’d keep this tidbit to myself. I’d hoard it like a cat with one of those singular feather earrings, thinking  what a grand present was brought home just for me. But, here it goes:  when I told my boyfriend about this dress, knowing all the while he could never truly appreciate the glory of a dress with pockets, but sharing anyways, he said back to me:

“That’s cute, but you know you don’t need pockets… I’m your boyfriend, I’ve got all the pockets you need. :)”

I was a bit shocked at first. It was abrasively sweet. I felt like a lonely book in a Paperback exchange that finally found its’ forever home in some posh cozy book nook on the lower East side. I felt like a Taylor Swift song. He was nine hundred miles away but I felt totally embraced.  The message was teetering on overly sentimental. Still, it felt so good, not unlike that tiny rush of adrenaline in the isle of a shop when you run across a dress with pockets.

xoxo,
-E

 

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The Guides to Making It

Hello Lovelies,

If you’re looking for a pick me up look no further. (www.makers.com) It’s a website devoted to every breed of woman and how she personally has changed the world. They’re fascinating stories clipped down to two and half minutes that give you the express version of they made it. Before a hard/obnoxious/boring class, a long/useless day at work or sixteen hours straight caring for your progeny have a quick look at a video or two and you just might find your spirits looking up.

xoxo,
-E

In Defense of Young Women Who Think They’re CB

My response to the open letter:

First, we’re not girls. We’re not children. We are young women. We feed ourselves, pay our bills, drive, work, have sex, don’t have sex, study, party, read, and form our own thoughts and opinions, maybe not in that order.

Secondly, Carrie Bradshaw was a grown woman in her late thirties and forties. She wasn’t a college grad on her own for the first time writing a sex column for the New York Star. Nix the facetious attitude. I’m sure your Mac book pro is sick of it.

You’re writing like a child not getting to meet Cinderella at Disney World. Surprise! Every kid doesn’t get the princess dinner. Don’t be so naïve. Don’t tell everyone not to go to Disney.

I once had a friend who turned down a summer internship because she was going to have to alphabetize files on occasion. I thought she was an idiot. You have to pay your dues. Rarely do luxurious jobs just fall in your lap, and neither do amazing lofts or perfect relationships.

Work
Pay
Take risks
Put yourself out there

Those are the steps to becoming successful. Pipe dreams are labels people subscribe to when they aren’t willing to work for their goals.

Third, Carrie didn’t write to become a successful writer. She wrote because she loved it. Don’t we all want to get paid for doing what we love?

Fourth, as open as Carrie was about her sex life I think she would appreciate other younger women opening up about theirs. It clears up the misconceptions, the myths, the lies. The things we tell ourselves are the norm, knowing they’re not. The things we criticize ourselves for not being able to do. The things we live with because we don’t realize they aren’t okay. If more young women are open about their sex lives, perhaps we won’t be so quick to shun young women that have sex. If more young women are open about their sex lives, perhaps we won’t be so quick to shun young women that don’t have sex.

What’s more, at the end of the day if you can only be successful because there’s no competition… are you really successful?

Use spell check by all means. Write about things besides men and sex and relationships. Have role models besides Carrie Bradshaw. If you move to New York, expect to live in a shoe box apartment. Space is limited in the city and prices are outrageous. Don’t expect to land your own column the minute you hail a taxi. Expect to take the subway and fact check instead. Make friends like Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha because you deserve them and they are out there. Then when you’re forty; you’ve worked your ass off, have a career and loft apartment: feel free not to wear a bra.

You don’t have to be Carrie Bradshaw. You can be someone else. “Someone else successful and the city.” You can be yourself and take inspiration from someone else, whatever you want to do. Still, to get where you want to go, you have to rack up the time, the experience and the refrences. If you want to be a writer and WordPress is your only outlet, don’t let another WordPress user tell you not to write. Practice makes perfect, or close enough.

xoxo,
-E

Mindy Kaling, Are You Hanging Out Without Me?

Hello Lovelies,

I’m going to be honest with you. Mindy Kaling is my spirit animal. Go ahead and breathe that in.

Yes. I mean that I think she’s bad ass in a way that makes me want to get organized, have a perfect manicure , drink an awesome caramel latte and proceed to conquer the world and beyond. Author, Comedian, Screen-Writer, Dartmouth Alumni, Blogger, Lover of Loving things: this woman is too good.

Mindy has a rare quality of confidence extending past beautiful dresses and professional styling. You can see her brain ticking. She’s powerful. Hey, I’m not trying to get sappy, but she’s the kind of woman I can imagine getting lunch with. Lunch. Not a run down of each calorie she ate the night before. (Hint: that’s boring irrelevant information. SNS.) On another note, I can also totally see Mindy giving a friend a good slap when they get ridiculous. That’s a scarcely needed event, but when necessity calls, what can you do?

Successful. Witty. Talented. Respected. Gorgeous. Human. Gives me hope that maybe…maybe we can have it all.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m only suggesting that you should watch The Mindy Project, read her blog and book and respect her as an amazing human being. Prepare yourself for future President Kaling, or E, if I can channel her properly throughout my spring semester!

Read more here, because you should. 33 things you’ll learn about Mindy by hanging out with her.

xoxo,
-E

P.S. Mindy,
Lets be best friends.
k, thanks.

Required Reading

         If the war on women engulfed the world in 2012, here is a small list of good reads to help you undercut the warfare in 2013. Knowledge is power, my friends.

Slate – Ignored Agency

Women & Co – Apology Unaccepted

Glamour- Quit – Faking It

Huffington Post – Memory Lane

Huffington Post – Madame Senator

The Atlantic – L.L. Explains

Huffington Post – Assault Epidemic

xoxo,
-E