Saturday, 28 April 2012

Part of Your World or Something



All I've ever wanted to be for my entire life was a Disney Princess. I grew up wanting to be The Little Mermaid, but at a certain point realized that I didn't have red hair or a tail so I switched to wanting to be Belle. Regardless, for the first couple years of my life when anyone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I responded with either “A cat” or “The Little Mermaid”. My parents were not proud. I guess they figured I would grow out of it at some point, but when I failed to realize that I could not in fact be the Little Mermaid or a cat, their solution was to tell me that in order to become a Disney Princess, one needed a law or a medical degree. This prompted a slew of questions.
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“But what does Ariel do?”
“Ariel is a lawyer at Cravath, Swaine, & Moore. She works in a HUGE office in the middle of Manhattan for A LOT of money.”
“Did she take Flounder and Sebastian with her?”
“yes. They live in a bowl on her desk.”


“But What does Belle do?”
“Belle is a publisher for Random House. She works midtown and is married to the Beast. They have a huge townhouse on the Upper East side.”
“Did they take all the servants with them too?”
“yes. You can see Mrs. Potts she takes their poodles out for walks in central park.”

“What about Sleeping Beauty?”
“Sleeping Beauty is a doctor at Sloan Kettering. She helps people with cancer. All the princesses just went to the fundraiser she held last weekend. ”
“oh.”

“Does Cinderella have a job too?”
“She works at Goldman Sachs”
“What's that?”
“It's a place where princesses work. Maybe you'll work there some day!”

So after hearing this I decided I was most DEFINITELY going to college.

Then when I was eight years old a girl named Julie told me that there weren't any Jewish disney princesses so I couldn't be one. So I did the rational thing and bit her.

I vowed right then and there to be the first genuine Jewish disney Princess.



I still have my original sketches of her (I wasn't(still am not) a good artist but check these out:)

RIGHT. RIGHT. I'm so damn talented.
Her name is Jappy. Twenty points for whoever gets that joke.

For awhile after that I switched to wanting to be Harry Potter. I even mailed myself a letter when I was ten from Hogwarts in the hopes that I could trick my parents to sending me to London. I was SURE that when I got there everyone would figure out that I was a witch and stick me in Hogwarts anyway. PSH who needs logistics?

After a number of years, I decided to semi grow up and switched to telling people that I wanted to be a marine biologist.
(I don't know I'd just seen Flipper and Free Willy and something inside of me clicked. But my parents were happy with the whole science thing.)

So I went to a science high school.
Where I almost flunked biology.
THEN I pretty much failed math.

That's when I realized that I'd had it wrong all along. I didn't want to be a marine biologist or a princess with a medial degree or harry potter. What I wanted to be was an ACTRESS who could be any of those things. Even a cat.

Childhood identity crisis problem solved. Now I can be anything that I want.

Watch out Disney fans, Jappy the Jewish Princess is coming your way.

Xoxo,
Clown Girl


Wednesday, 18 April 2012

A Serious Discussion on Childhood Obesity in America

Political Commentary from the one and only Clown Girl
Clown Girl's Presidential Platform for the 2012 Election
 *please send your donations to the Clowngirl campaign. If elected, we hope to raise money to buy the starving undergraduate students of the world alcohol and save the whales. 

Friday, 13 April 2012

Finals Survival Guide


 
FINALS: EEEK! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? YOU HAVEN'T GONE TO CLASS OR LISTENED TO YOUR LECTURES OR TAKEN YOUR TEXT BOOK OUT OF THE PLASTIC!!! HOW EVER ARE YOU GOING TO PASS ALL OF YOUR CLASSES??!! 

Chill out. I got you guys. Just follow my comprehensive guide, and you'll be golden.

Step 1: Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy. Or Harry Potter, or Hillary Clinton-whatever figure will give you a boost of confidence in the morning. Try to wake up early, or at least set your alarm for 7 AM and then hit snooze so it feels like you're being really productive when you sleep for two more hours.

Step 2: Wake up for real, and go for a run at the gym to get your creative juices flowing so you can focus on properly studying. Try to find your sports bra and put on shorts. Once those are on sit on your bed so you can put your sneakers on. Fall back asleep.

Step 3: Wake up again for real, and try to go out the door but OOPS you forgot your iphone and you can't go running without it since you need music-and you really haven't eaten since yesterday so open the fridge and try to find breakfast. Realize you haven't gone grocery shopping in 3 weeks. Well you can't go running without food and you can't get food without going grocery shopping. Guess you're gonna have to go shopping.

Step 4: on the way to the grocery store, run into an old friend. Realize you should have coffee together. Decide to do it that instant. Talk about how STRESSED you both are with the end of the semester. When you finish, go back home and agree that you will go out together later when you are done studying.

Step 5: SHIT you forgot to go running and buy groceries. Okay well time for the library. Log onto a library computer. Go on facebook for like 4 hours. You're like really really stressed for your final Monday, so you should study. But you know what- you're just so stressed out from studying, take a break.

Step 6: You can't study without another coffee. Go buy coffee. You see that the coffee shop has muffins. Well, you didn't really go to the gym but you'll go tomorrow so buy a muffin with your coffee. Go back to the library. Check out your phone. You're friend texted you to come over and watch the first three seasons of 90210. Hmm...okay. You can probably do work at the same time.

Step 7:  You and your friend make dinner together because you really only ate a muffin and coffee today and you did so much work and kind of went to the gym (or at least put your sports bra on) so you deserve a break.  

Step 8: SO STRESSED OUT. Make sure to complain to your friend about how stressed out you are. List all your finals in order multiple times, and compete with each other to see who is more stressed out or who is the most fucked out of the two of you. FINAL MONDAY AHHHHH. FREAK OUTTTT. THREATEN TO KILL YOURSELF. THIS IS SO HARD. Shove twizzlers in your mouth. Relax. It's okay you'll go to the gym tomorrow. Feel guilty cause you're complaining and people in Africa don't have water and stuff.

Step 8: Wake up the next morning on your friend's couch, feeling like P Diddy. Eat chocolate easter bunny lying around house. It's okay..you're going to go to the gym as soon as you find your sports bra...



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yeah right.