Flyin’ Solo

You guys, yesterday I was kind of like this…




And well, pretty much like this…


And definitely like this…


Y’all get the point? I. WAS. EXCITED.

The last piece of things to do before I turn 30 has finally come together. Well, technically it’s not going to happen until 12 days after I turn 30, but it is still happening. I’ve written everyday, I’ve done things that scare me, and now I’m traveling solo. Yes dear readers, on May 20th I will be taking Europe by storm, and trust me, Europe ain’t ready for all this!

I haven’t been outside of the U.S. (really, does a resort in Mexico count?) in over 10 years and I have plenty to make up for. There may not be any wine or cheese or delicious warm, fresh bread left (or possibly delicious men left to kiss) in all of France by the time I get done with it.

Now yes, I am excited (like literally running down the hall in the office ala Tina Fey after I  booked my flight excited) about all this. But, I’m still way scared about the whole going solo thing. I’m scared of getting lost in unknown airports and train stations, of having things stolen, and have had visions of Hostel and Taken popping up in my head, but I’m trying to focus less on the possibility of needing a rescue by Liam Neeson and more on the fact that in 56 days I will traipsing around England and France and beginning my thirties in style.

Happy birthday to me, indeed.



There Is No Asking For It

My blog is typically written with levity. It takes a lot to get me to write about serious items because, really, the world is a serious enough place as it is and it’s nice to find the light where you can. Unfortunately, there are stories all too frequently of sexual assualt, mostly to women, not always, but mostly, and with each story I think of a million things I’d like to say about this but usually end up not being able to find all the right words. As a victim of sexual assault in my own past, I find that the words and ideas usually become too much for paper (or blog) and I can just never get it right.
Well, thankfully, one of my favorite blogs got it right for me. So read this and know that NO ONE is ever asking for it. NO ONE ever deserves this. Read this and know that our future generations need to learn that respecting a woman’s (and man’s) body and rights is of the utmost importance if we ever wish to put an end to these atrocities.

A Confederacy of Spinsters

no-means-No“She was asking for it.”

I thought we were over this idiocy, America. I thought we’d moved on from the old thinking that if a girl acts “slutty” or “wild,” then whatever happens to her from thereon out—whatever horror may befall her or evil may prey upon her—is her own fault. If the coverage of the Steubenville rape trial is anything to go by, however, I was wrong. This is still a conversation we need to have. FINE.

Let’s do this.

You know who doesn’t deserve to be raped? A drunk girl. Just because a woman decides to let loose and drink alcohol, doesn’t mean she should expect sexual assault. The Steubenville case isn’t a cautionary tale of partying, it’s a cautionary tale against assaulting an unconscious or delirious woman. Women shouldn’t have to be warned against going to bars alone or leaving their drinks unattended. Sorority girls shouldn’t…

View original post 485 more words