The Blame Game

At 23, I'm starting to run out of excuses.

When I was in college, I blamed it on Berkeley. The school is notorious for its shortage of eligible guys, which is why girls get what's called "Berkeley Vision" -- a visual impairment where they settle (and I mean settle) for almost anyone that's in their line of sight.

When I started work, I blamed it on the industry. Public Relations is so female populated -- my team of 19 has 16 girls. This summer we hired six interns, all girls. (But more importantly, I'm in a professional setting.)

Now I've been out and about for a year, and if things are still the same, then who's next to blame? Myself for possibly setting unrealistic standards or San Francisco for leaving fish like this in the sea?

I'll blame it on Disney instead.

A New Beginning

Ironically, I've always rejected the idea of owning a blog.

To think people cared enough about my shit was a little presumptuous, and even if they did, some things should just stay private. (I bet the advent of the blog has caused the inventor of the diary to stir in his grave a little...or is he still alive?)

Yet 2.0 is now so integral to my life where I'm a hair away from sharing my SSN on Facebook that maybe blogs aren't such a crazy idea anymore.

So here I am, at a new beginning.