- I’m a 43 year old professional living in the Bay Area
- I have two teenage boys and a fluffy lap cat
- I have a serious need for distraction
I have an obsession with alt rock, cocktails, brazilian waxes, and girl gadgets. I am fascinated by my cousin’s lack of inhibition (which surpasses my own), her love of nudity (her own), and her teeny tiny underwear. I’m a serial dater since my divorce 12 years ago and I have been on some entertaining dates and quite a few scary ones (like the guy with the ball gag).
You may notice that this site is dedicated to all things frivolous and fun about me. Rarely if ever, will you read a post on politics (unless it’s to lobby for kissing competency tests in high school), health care (unless it’s about the prevention of ingrown hairs after a Brazilian wax), or education (unless I’m blogging fantasies about my former law school professor).
I like this blog precisely because I can be lighthearted and silly. If I make fun of anyone, it’s mostly myself, sometimes my dates, and occasionally my sons (but only because they are hilarious young men who entertain me constantly).
I like the frivolous me. The frivolous me forces me to enjoy my life and never take anything too seriously when the type-A overachiever in me is stressed out about being a single mom and qualifying for Section 8 housing; while the mother in me is reminding me that I missed out on having more kids; and the lover in me is reminding me that I miss making love; and the financial planer in me is bitching because as of 8 pm yesterday my bank account balance was woefully low; and the ambitious career woman in me is reminded me that even though I have a BS in Biology, 1 year of law school, and 25 years of work experience, I still get asked to stock the kitchenette at work; and the daughter in me is worried because my father is blind and my mother has a heart condition.
So, grant my my frivolousness please. It’s not for lack of substance, it’s because there’s so much of it.