I would like to write for a fashion magazine. It is true, it is my deepest darkest desire. Ever since dressing Barbie back in the day, okay fine, last week.
If not fashion, then National Geographic. I am intensely interested in my animal friends and also anthropology.
Either of these avenues might lead towards world domination. But in the fashion world I could be snarky and I could have an attitude. In the National Geographic world I would have to be environmentally conscious and maybe even a hippie.
As the American political spectrum gets dirtier and uglier, I am less attracted to it. My plans to be a political spin doctor are becoming less and less appetizing, especially as I find that everyone in Washington has already adopted that job title. Besides, I do not fit the profile of a politician, I am too cute.
The thing with such lofty career goals is that the uncertainty factor remains quite high and if there is something I hate, it is the possibility of failure and also being broke.
I could sit in this here cubicle until probably retirement age without ever having to take a risk or trying too hard and it would insure me a regular paycheck with which I could purchase pretty shoes (on sale). Or or or, I could collect my three degrees in about one years time and high tail it to some fashion mecca and spew out words, hoping that someone might like them, publish them, and pay me. If my motto for the new year is to live life, then I think my choice is obvious.
3 comments:
It's true: documentary journalism is interesting, but suppresses the individual voice.
Write about fashion. That way you'll get to see a lot of naked people.
I think I might see more naked people in Africa.
Clever.
Clever.
Clever.
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