So I've been thinking a lot about basic white girls and what it means to be one.
Honestly, I've spent much of my life trying to be anything except basic, and now I've accepted it. Why? Because basic white girls have power. (And this is going to be a whole series of blogs.)
It all started last fall, when we made crab legs to support Clemson's football game against FSU (wink, if you get the joke). My friends asked me to pick up salad and beer. I threw on Hudson jeans, my favorite Clemson shirt, and my Rainbows, and headed to the grocery store. Here's what I grabbed:
- Spring Mix
- Blue berries
- Grape tomatoes
- Roasted sunflower seeds
- Goat cheese
- Low-fat poppy seed dressing
- Pumpkin spice beer (two six packs from different breweries)
And that's when I realized that I am a basic white girl. And Buzzfeed confirmed it.
I can actually hear my father cringe; he never wanted me to be a YUPPIE! And now, I am just that: a twenty-something young, urban, professional. Who yuppies were in the 90s, basic white girls are now. (Obviously our society is so sexist, we haven't actually come up with a yuppie-man name.)
So why am I accepting this? Why not rebel and get a few more tattoos (right, basic white girls are loving tattoos)?
The truth is simple; basic white girls have power. We are a strong and smart target market, and there are a lot of us. And let me just say that again, we are smart. And that's the thing, being basic white girl doesn't define who I am or what I wear/buy/own/drive/Instagram. It's the inverse. I define basic white girl by what I do.
So for all you other basic white girls out there reading this blog or another one: own it, bitches.
I did sort of make a resolution for 2018, but it is not quantifiable at all. And thus it doesn’t demand anything like: Write one blog per week.
Instead my 2018 focus is on finding delight.
I wrote a thing about my aunt, Sue, who passed away last summer.... I still don't know what to do with this, really, but sharing it feels right today, especially as my grading slows at the end of the term, and I have some time to reorient my life, to find my way back to creating a life I love.
While Dan and I sat outside, my mom’s most recent, sweet gift sat on our kitchen table. It was a box of hot chocolate from Amazon. It was simple but so considerate, and it's the perfect illustration of how gracious my mom is.
I have always been a billboard for positive thinking. But not anymore.
I know how I got here, how I became this positive-thinking evangelical. I got here by combating anxiety with positive affirmations, moving toward success through imagining it, beginning with the end in mind.
There’s a huge difference for me between what is private and public information. As both a poet and a blogger, I've always had to negotiate this. Sharing why I'm raising money for cancer research toes that fine line.