Yesterday, I was advised to "Stop being a good girl and start being yourself." I wanted to scream with temper. This is such an on-going topic that I can't come up with anything new to say on the subject: I'm not a good girl and I don't like tea. I'm going to trademark that and wear it on my chest. I might even put it on a t-shirt first.
While I was thinking of slogans today, I came up with my second self-slogan: Erin, standing up for herself since mid-2009! I stood up for myself AGAIN today. While I know this is an important skill, I'm thoroughly sick of the myriad of stand-up-for-myself-opportunities I've been receiving. Today, I had to very clearly articulate what I do and do not want in a scary-to-me scenario. Hmm. I can tell the boxed wine has kicked in as my vocabulary gets nicely large when I drink. "Nicely large" is not a good example of my engorged verbage.
Anyway, I'm a woman who has tamed her fierce inner critic, who is standing up for herself, who is contemplating various slogans, and who is drinking very bad cheap boxed wine. If I were to run into myself, I would not fuck with me. The good girl vibe is a complete facade: be disillusioned at your own risk.
An Erinku (fierce, like bear!):
boring pants
folded
into
boring shapes
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