It's always been a dream of mine, along with roller-feet (I will make that happen) to write an advice column. Not a jokey, "get a face transplant" kind of column, but a real "tell it like it is, Clair Huxtable/Julia Sugarbaker" *snap*, column. My reasons are twofold - A) I like to hear myself talk and writing is almost like talking and B) I have done the work.
Let's just call a spade a spade, shall we? THE WORK = Therapy. I've been in therapy for 6+ years and, if we're being completely honest, I'm about to go into twice-a-week sessions because that's how awesome I want to be. You hear me barkin, dawgs?? I won't bore you with my sob story, but let's just say I went from a bumbling pile of sad to... well, at the risk of sounding cheeseballs (mmm, cheeseballs), a much more secure person but still a work in progress. Hey, just like Lindsay Lohan, right?? (Damn I still need to write her an open letter for ruining my financial stability last year... more to come on that another time.) Not only have I gained insights on what it takes to be a stable, secure and sensational WO-to-the-MAN, I am a fantastic problem solver, big-picture seer and advice doler-outer.
My advice runs the gamut from dating and love, fashion, home decor and organization to gift giving, pets and kids! Listen, I'm no expert on any of that shit, but I am the perfect mix of logical and creative and, listen, why do I have to explain myself you're the one who asked for advice in the first place! Gaaawhhdd... just write me already will you?
answermecommag @ gmail . com
(All correspondence will be posted, anonymously, on this blog.)
You'll be making my day, I might make yours and I'll have one more thing to write about in this getting-less-dusty-by-the-minute blog.