• Grow Up. Really, It’s Not So Bad.

  Filed under Life
  Jan 7

  The realization that she will not be afforded special dispensation from having to join the sagging and wrinkling masses in our journeys to the grave sends Wurtzel into a tailspin of anger at the world for failing her. “I am a free spirit. I do not know any other way to be,” she bemoans. “No one else seems to live as I do. In a world gone wrong, a pure heart is dangerous.”
  
  via Elizabeth Wurtzel in New York Magazine: Confessional writing hits bottom.

  This actually made me laugh out loud! Certainly, it’s common for teenagers and people in their early to mid-20s to engage in this sort of “I am so special! No one can truly understand my very special specialness!” sort of nonsense, but you really expect a person to be past it by the time they’re…let’s just check Ms Wurtzel’s age… oh dear, 45 years old!

  Now I’m actually snickering.

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One Response to “Grow Up. Really, It’s Not So Bad.”

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   Sheila said on January 7th, 2013 at 5:54 pm

   Becky, welcome back to your blog. Really happy to see you back.

   OMG as the kids would say. What a whiney-ass baby! I did click on the link so as not to judge her totally out of context. How dare she call herself a feminist? Those aren’t wrinkles honey – or they wouldn’t be if she had earned those life badges, battle ribbons, had any real experience on her resume! She can always go the route of Dolly Parton or Bruce Jenner – have her life erased from her face and end up a scary caricature of her former self.

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