I’m such a fan girl

Last night in a burst of energy I sent a fan letter to The Bloggess. If you haven't checked her out do so immediately. She is not only the funniest thing on the Internet,(and I'm sure she would be just s funny in person.) but incredibly insightful about the world. She is a true inspiration to wannabe blogger such as myself and has challenged me to want to be a better writer.


I had recently read her hilarious post of Japanese eyelash glue and felt the urge to let her know just how awesome I think she is. So I wrote her this following letter.


Dear Jenny,


Not to sound too virgin on her sweet sixteen after a few too many Mike's Hard Lemonades, but I've never done this. I've never written to someone I admire before. Probably because I feel like my letter would just get lost in that huge black hole of the Internet. Plus I have a feeling that you are a very busy woman. Yet I still find myself writing to you because you possess an odd mix of snarky humor and genuine affection for your craft. Something about you is so warm and approachable, even though I know you are now a celebrity, I still feel as if you could be my next door neighbor. You are a very talented writer and I wanted you to know that. I'm sure you knew that already, but as a hopeful writer myself, I feel you can never get too much praise. (And apparently use the word too, too often.)


Your sincerity and dedication challenges me to want to be a better writer and person. Thank you for being so honest, both with your humor and with your heart ache. I have suffering from infertility for over three years now and it was so refreshing to see your post (50 things) where you talked about forgiving yourself, your miscarriages. Something about the way you talk about makes me feel as if I'm not alone in this fight. Sorry I'm so blubbery, like I said before; I've never done this before.


Keep up the good work and I can't wait to see your book, I have every faith that you will finish and get it published. You are a famous person now.


A loyal fan,
 

Meg.
 

Now, I honestly thought that she wouldn't get my email any time soon, if ever. I was resigned to the idea I may never hear from her, because let's face it; she probably gets a few more emails than me. Instead I woke up to find a sweet and person response from her.
 
She thanked me for writing and expressed gratitude for my letter. She also gave me some warm thoughts and well wishes in my battle with those baby blues. Her letter invigorated me and my face hurt from how smiley I was after reading it.

As if I couldn't think this woman was more awesome. Seriously! This letter has lifted my spirits and given me so much hope.

 Thank you Jenny the Bloggess.

I am a true blue fan now.

Jessica is a bad bitch. (and not the good kind)

Jessica Stanley is guiltier as Lauren Mallory. While Lauren is the obvious bitch in the story, it is apparent that she is insecure and shallow. Jessica is more unassuming. While she does not throw the barbs, she does nothing to stop them from striking. I feel for Jessica, because I was once Jessica. Easily swayed and foolish.



This is serious post. Just a forewarning. When I was in junior high I became friends with a really great girl, J. To this day she is probably the sweetest girl I have ever met. She was funny and nice as could be. She did however have Cerebral Palsy. Not bad enough to inhibit her walking but bad enough that it was quite noticeable. For this reason she was a bit unpopular. At the time it didn't matter because I was too. We spent a lot of time together and I even joined drill team because she did it. Of course like a lot of friendships that occur at this time, something happened. High School to be precise. At some point during my sophomore year in high school I began to make new friends. Started dating boys, going to parties. Suddenly I didn't have time for my friend that i would watch Sailor Moon with. It was never an intentional thing, it just happened. I was fifteen, sitting in the hot tub drinking stolen mikes hard lemonades with some new friends. At some point a friend made a rude comment about J. In that moment I could have corrected her, shamed her for saying things about the sweetest girl I had ever known. But I didn't. Instead I chuckled half heartedly and took a big pull off my drink. This moment was a defining one for me. After that I was in the in crowd, or at least on the outskirts. I had a new group of friends; prettier and intimidating. How could my friendship with J last? Although we went to the same small high school and graduated at the same time. After that party I don't think I spoke more than five word to her. The consequences of me standing by still haunt me. I don't think my friendship mattered enough to J to hurt her when it was gone. But knowing that I had basically abandoned a quality friend in lieu of shinier models, it bothers me to this day. When I look back on those days, I feel just as responsible for any pain she suffered, than if I had said those words myself. Sometimes standing by while some one is being hurt leaves you just as culpable.