Ed. note: August 29, 2011. What you are about to read is a very much a 2011 conflict of interest. Since first publishing my “About” post on April 22, 2008, my life has changed. This is quite obvious to point out, but I find myself in a bit of a predicament—how to further progress this blog as slightly different from the person who began writing it.
It’s like the Tale of Two Splenda Stealers. Maintaining a personal blog is actually quite an odd idea. While everything digital can be instantaneously updated and refreshed, that’s not necessarily how I want to run this blog. Just because I’m a little older and wiser (ok, at least older), doesn’t mean I want to write over and delete who I was when I began this blog. And by “delete”, I mean my original “About” page. For one, it informs the type of person who wrote the earlier posts, and for another, it still makes me laugh.
I do realize that this “conflict” may actually be only a conflict to myself, and that my readers (thank you all so much for following) don’t really care about this mid-life blogger crisis that I’ve experienced over the past few months, but instead, only about the fact that I keep writing.
So, as a truce to myself, instead of launching another blog (which I thought hard about doing) I have decided to stick to this one, since above all else–as I near my 28th birthday, and have switched careers, left NJ for NYC, and moved in with a guy I’m crazy about, I still steal Splenda wherever I go.
(From April 22, 2008)
I am a Splenda stealer.
I wasn’t always like this. I have values. I was brought up in an upper-middle class household. But right now, at 24 years of age, I am what you would refer to, or as what my parents refer to, as a “starving artist.” After killing myself in school studying English literature, I graduated almost two years ago (it’s now been four years) to find that no one in the publishing world gives a damn about my GPA or the fact that I slaved away all my Sundays in a tiny newspaper office where we fought over the last fortune cookie during writer’s block at 3am.
When I entered the publishing world, an interview read (and still reads) like this:
Me: And this was my college newspaper where I interviewed the kid that hung out with Howard Stern. Isn’t that amazing? Look—I have soooo many bylines! Look how many!!!
Editor: Cute. You will sell your soul to work here for $20,000 a year. Case closed.
If I sound bitter, I’m really not. (Maybe just a little.) I think entering this career has made me more of a realist, and my status in life has become sort of ironic. I moved out of my parent’s house to be an independent young woman, yet due to my measly salary, I can no longer leave the tri-state area. My mantra has become, that in a few years, I’ll laugh about the fact that I steal Splenda where ever I go, because I can’t fathom spending $8 on a box of 50 packets.
I love how my sense of logic has completely gone out the window as well. I can’t justify buying 5 apples for $7, yet I will charge $40 (or more) of booze in one happy hour turned into a happy night (on a good night).
Being poor sucks, but in a weird way, it’s sort of empowering. I know it won’t be like this forever. I don’t want to sound corny and say it builds character, but the ways that I and my friends in the same predicament get by are really comical. This blog will serve as a testament that people can survive in NYC (Hoboken for now…shocker, right?) for well under $30,000 a year.
My parents taught me that it’s not polite to talk about money. So I’ll blog about it instead.
I am proud to say that I am a Splenda stealer. Who’s with me??!!
Feel free to email me @ firstname.lastname@example.org.