MAWWIAGE

SO! Did a little spring cleaning today, a lot actually…there were dust bunnies in places you would not be-leeve. I have one section in my dresser called ‘embarrassed drawer,” where i put things i would be embarrassed for anyone to find. let your imagination run wild…but its mainly inspirational high school collage-style cutouts from magazines that say things like “go, girl!” or “who’s that sexy lady? ITS YOU!”

who knows why i keep them, they’re crumbled up in a shoebox with a bunch of other nostalgia too hilarious to look at… including a picture i drew of myself in 7th grade of “what i want to look like when mom lets me get my eyebrows done,” a sketch of the boy i liked in 9th grade with arrows pointing out his qualities and flaws (good shoes! has permanent yarmulke-hair!) and a list i wrote in 7th grade of all the girls i knew who had “done” more than i had (i wrote this because i felt SO bad after i sat on johnny wilson’s lap in the jacuzzi at natalie’s house that i had to convince myself i wasnt a slut. Catholic guilt: effective as hell. Pun intended.)

anyway, in this drawer there was also a recent women’s magazine that had an article titled “i called off my wedding.” they list a statistic in it (from the book how not to marry the wrong guy by anne milford) that over one-third of divorced women knew their marriage was a mistake ON THEIR WEDDING DAY.

woah! first of all, theres a book called “how not to marry the wrong guy?!” boy, if you find that on your girl’s bookshelf, run for the hills. second, holy shit! how terrible to be standing on the altar (or temple or beach or backyard gazebo or whatever yer fancy) and be thinking “aaah nevermind! abort mission abort mission?!” 

so whats this rush towards getting a man or a wifey or a job or whatever all about? dont get me wrong, im all about creating a secure future for little mollo… but we are all so lucky to be at an age where we get to enjoy a little chaos every now and then. we can take our time moving towards a stable life of babies and business attire if that’s what we want. we get to decide if we want to be single, involved, trashy, classy, lazy, studious, ambitious, whatever. after a certain point, life decides what you do rather than what you do forming your life…yikes, right?! who wants to speed towards that?!

for now, lets just chill. i feel like im giving the nyu commencement address. ugh, whatever, FOREVER YOUNG. YESSSS. 

xo molly (ps photo is my x and y chromosomes boarding their honeymoon wagon)