Twenty-Something Year Old Journalist

When I wrote that last post, I wasn’t actually considering stopping my blog. (And I’m still not, just have to keep you on your toes) But my lengthy absence I’m sure has made now all two of you new readers nervous. 

I had an idea and a topic I wanted to write about: My love of routines and rituals, anthropologically speaking, and how that connects back to capitalism and consumerism. (I got to put my degree to use somehow) But after three entirely new drafts and three weeks still with nothing, I started thinking about other topics to write about. 

Now I won’t share all my ideas, (have to keep you guessing) but I had a couple of interesting things I’d like to write about, yet I still just wasn’t able to get anything down on the paper. So, as I face my made-up deadline of this Friday, I come to you with my tail between my legs and a bad case of the writer’s block. 

Honestly, just with writing that intro I can already feel my sinuses opening up. I found myself forcing myself to sit down at the computer and write something because I felt like I had to. I felt it very slowly becoming something that felt like a chore because I just couldn’t get anything to stick. 

But as these words now find a stickier path to take to the page, (and perhaps making a pitstop to the dispensary along the way) I’m slowly starting to feel the juices flowing again. 

I feel like I have thought about this entry’s post every waking moment over the past three weeks, but everytime I sat down to write, (which, admittedly, is probably not as much as I should have) I just couldn’t get anything to sound the way I wanted it to and wasn’t able to articulate my thoughts in a way that satisfied myself. 

And coming off of the high I had with my last entry, with not only two new readers, but also a new record of ten views, I felt like this entry had to be my worthy submission for a Pulitzer Prize一 but I guess I can just settle for Peabody. 

While I promise my ego hasn’t gotten that out of control yet, one of the things that (I think) assisted in the surgical removal of this bad case of writers block was appreciating other’s good writing. And by others, I really just mean Tina Fey. 

I told you I have to keep you on your toes. Tina Fey, man, what a woman. Although I have always been a fan of Tina Fey and the rest of the early 2000’s Saturday Night Live cast, after an alarmingly fast binge of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, and an even more alarming need to let everyone know that Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt is the best television show ever created and that Titus Andromedon is the best character ever created, Tina Fey’s greatness was forever cemented in my mind. 

After my watch of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which, might I add, you should go watch, the next order of operations was obviously 30 Rock, which I am also getting through at incredible speeds. 

Although I am probably exposing myself as a serial tv watcher, (and making even more excuses as to why I have taken so long to get this entry up) this is all to say that the ability of Tina Fey’s comedic writing, writing that although can be so silly and insane at times… most times, is rooted, in my opinion, in sheer intelligence and wit. 

Comedy, and I mean good comedy, to me was always a sign of intelligence. And for a woman that wrote Muppets Most Wanted, dare I say more?

My favorite television shows have always been comedies, but more specifically comedies that I thought were extremely well-written and extremely well-executed—cut-to Julia Louis-Dreyfus’ six-year Emmy win streak of Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series for Veep. To make funny and entertaining and resonating content was always a larger show of intelligence to me than anything else. (Although, maybe I just haven’t gotten over my Ivy school rejections)

But with all that being said, with my now cured illness of writer’s block, alla Tina Fey, impressive writing and comedy to me have always been pillars of success and are pillars that I want to continue to attempt at scaling, alla this blog. (So, you can suck it, Harvard)