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.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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it ain't about excuses, there's so much more to it i don't even know where to start
It ain't you. It's the "men" and the places you try to find them.
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