adventures in photoshop

what i've been listening to

united states of whatever

there's definitely some meaning implicit in this collection of songs, so let me know when you find it

don't tell me when to get married

I had to read this Wall Street Journal article twice before I realized it’s not a satire. Author Susan Patton purports that “the cornerstone of your future happiness will be the man you marry.” 

how to survive being a hannah

I’m usually told what a Hannah I am right when I’m really striving to be a Marnie, or a Jessa or even a Shosh. Hannah is childish and immature and creative, three qualities that make for a good writer but usually terrible friend. 

happy birthday to my bff

i should maybe start working on my photoshop skills or something

let's hit the open road

In Intro to American Studies today we discussed the myth of the frontier and how there’s still an inescapable urge to want to move west, leave civilization behind and start over by living off the land. It’s a romantic idea, sure, but one that seems easier said than done. My dad, who’s a lawyer in D.C., is as gentrified as they come. He plays tennis and likes to unwind with a nice red at the end of a long workday. But every so often he talks about moving west upon retirement, where he can live in our house in Steamboat, CO and hike all summer and ski all winter. He speaks of the west like it’s the only place he can feel free.