Thoughts that crossed my mind today included…
1. Angelina Jolie. As I watched the morning and evening news yesterday both shows took time to highlight Angelina’s decision to have her ovaries and Fallopian tubes removed to avoid getting a cancer that she found she was at an increased risk for through genetic testing. Genetic testing is awesome. You should go for a genetic screening because genetic counselors are medical professionals who do more than design babies and you can learn tons of valuable information about yourself. But I digress. She was quoted as having said that now her children will never have to say that their mother died of ovarian cancer. Call me morbid, but they will eventually say that their mother died of something else. Everybody will die, and your genetic panel cannot say with certainty what the cause of your death will be. Being proactive about your health as a woman is essential, and you must make your own preventive and reactive decisions. Don’t let people like Angelina Jolie, who can afford the best surgeons and genetic counselors around, make you feel inferior for making a different choice regarding your own body.
2. Speaking of ovaries…I always thought I wanted kids. That is, until I was actually around a kid for an extended period of time. I still love them and being around them, but having one of my own, full time, sounds pretty awful right now. You don’t get to sleep, but you still have to keep the same work schedule, if you want to afford day care. If you can afford day care, then you don’t actually get to see your kid because it’s their bedtime by the time you get home, feed, and bathe them. Then you get judgement from everyone about your parenting decisions. It’s just a hassle that I’m not about anymore. I think I can be perfectly content with a really cool job, lots of money, and maybe an equally successful husband. #goals
3. Speaking of kids…can we acknowledge how strange gender reveal parties are? Can we also acknowledge that gender is a social construct and it should be called a “sex reveal party” but that sounds hella creepy? Anyway, if you’re not familiar with this concept, it’s what it sounds like…your friends and family gather as you either cut into a cake or open a box of balloons and if whatever’s inside is pink, it’s a girl, and if it’s blue, it’s a boy. When my friends have kids they’re getting books, lots of oatmeal colored sweaters, and elephant stuffed animals because teaching small children the boxes they are supposed to squeeze themselves into from literally the womb is so weird and destructive.
4. Let’s change gears here and talk about nutrition. The granola bar aisle is always a struggle for me because they’re never actually healthy but sound really tasty. So, when out of sheer curiosity, I flipped the slim fast bar box over to read the ingredients, I legit laughed in the supermarket upon seeing the first ingredient was corn syrup. The next was soy protein isolate. GIRL. Go eat a banana. Or a piece of chicken. Or literally anything else. Meal replacement bars are a joke, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.
5. I’ll hop off that high horse now to rave about how amazing those individually wrapped Russell Stover Easter eggs taste. Go buy some right now. Red velvet cake, wedding cake, CHOCOLATE wedding cake, cookie dough. There’s like 7 grams of fat in a piece of chocolate roughly half the size of my palm but #yolo #treatyoself.
6. iPhone needs to step up their emoji game. I need: a unicorn, a piece of cheese, and an avocado half to effectively relay my emotions about several important things in my life. As soon as possible. Thanks Apple.
7. The price of Anthropologie swimwear. I pinned this gorgeous one piece that I immediately needed in my life…until I saw the price and needed to wait at least one more paycheck. When I end up being super successful and childless I’m going to spend copious amounts of money on Anthro clothes and ridiculous art to display at my estate.
There’s a glimpse into my mind on a typical Wednesday.
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