My friend teaches elementary school, and she's in a tough district with tough students. One of her kids is completely spastic and cannot sit still for the life of him. So what she does when she wants him to sit still is she goes up to him, looks him straight in the eye, and says, "watermelon." Then like some magic spell that has come over him, he is still with his hands together and the face of an angel.
Jane Austen wrote in Pride and Prejudice, “To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” I’ve always believed this to be true, because dancing is freedom, it’s expression. It’s a natural high, and when we’re happy we love more.
My grandmother turned to me today and asked if I know how to waltz. When I answered affirmatively she said, “Oh good.” Then she went on to talk about “quick waltzes” and “skate waltzes,” and then she said the most remarkable thing. She said, “Sometimes you may not know a certain dance, but you teach me and I teach you—it’s so much fun.”
Now ain’t that the truth? Isn’t that what love is? We teach each other, often without even knowing it, and it’s fun. Well, it’s not always fun, but in the grand scheme of things every time I look back at something I think, “Well, that was fun.” Sometimes what I mean by fun is quite literal, and sometimes it’s kind of a sarcastic truth. For example, as I’m wrapping up law school and looking back at the last three years I’m thinking, “Well, that was fun,” and I mean it quite literally even though I can’t say that every single day every little bit of law school was “fun” per say, but all in all it really was fun. On the other hand, when I look back at certain relationships or flings, I think “Well, that was fun,” and I mean it in more of the sense that at least I now have a good story.
As for the teaching each other part, love is learning is life. Dancing is like each time you fall in love. Like when you first learn to dance a dance, you then have two choices. You can either run with fear of tripping , falling, or taking the wrong steps, or you can go on learning, and just let the dance carry you. When you’re dancing, you learn how to move your body, how to feel your body, how to control it, and how to express it. It’s incredibly sensual and liberating. And the good sensations that come with dancing teach you how to love yourself, which is the first step to falling in love, because you can’t love someone else without loving yourself first.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
It’s a Chinese tradition to have long life noodles on your birthday, in order to ensure that you have a long life. My grandma once told me though, that if I bite the noodle, I’d cut my life short. Somehow that seemed like a safety hazard. And somehow I think she was just teasing me. Either way, since I seem to take after her in appearance, demeanor, and spirit, I hope to take after my great-grandmother whose soul blessedly left her body in the middle of her sleep at the age of 91 or so. I’m always fuzzy on her age, because I know that after WWII, all their records were lost or destroyed so she decided to make herself a little younger. Gotta love that.
Anyhow, it seems the birthday fairies were in cahoots with each other for my quarter century, because I got to celebrate with a weekend full of French films at ColCoa, and it seems I get to continue the celebration as Brit Week starts tomorrow. It really feels like someone planned that just for me. Oh and of course, Brit Week is two weeks, not a week.
And as I prepared for my first ColCoa film last Friday, I couldn’t help but marvel in all my blessings for a moment. Life is always interesting...if you want it to be. This week, my life is full of French films, biscuits and tea, and madhatters. Next week...more fun stuff--on top of my school stuff, of course.
Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a dream. And the truth is—I am. I’m living my dream. I’m only at the very beginning of it, but I feel like it’s the beginning of a golden era. An incredible, GOLDEN era. And it's not because of a lucky golden ticket, or anything like that. It's choices, really. It's all choices.
I never understood people’s fear of aging. Well, dealing with deteriorating health and mental capacity can’t be fun, but it seems their fear lies less in that and more in just numbers. I think I’ll be excited to turn 80. When you turn 80, you’ve got so many stories. When you’ve got stories, whether good, bad, sad, or mad, you’ve got a life. And that’s why you should start taking care of your health—mentally, physically, and spiritually—while you’re young. That way when you’re old, you’ll still be able to enjoy the rejuvenation of a walk in the park on a crisp spring morning, and tell lots of stories.
So…Be always curious! You have to be interested, to be interesting. If you find yourself bored, it’s because you’re boring. And if that’s the case, then stop being boring. Otherwise, you’re sure to feel the weight of age.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
My mother said to me tonight, “Oh, Mr. Johnston has a birthday present for you.” “Who’s Mr. Johnson?” Mr. Johnston is one of her customers, who always remembers my birthday, but the funny part is that I’ve never met him. When she reminded me of whom he is, I smiled. I have no idea who this man is, what he looks like, what he does, or where he’s from. All I know is that every year I get a very thoughtful reminder that there is pure kindness in the world.
Be kind, my friends. Be kind.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
At times, the road we choose can be extremely lonely, even if we’re not the only ones walking it. I was really starting to feel all the stress and pressure of the bar, school, and work, and I started to feel so alone—the second loneliest time I’ve ever felt in my life, and that's saying something if you know me. I mean, I could feel my head pulsating, and I was listening to classical music to keep me calm.
Obviously, I’m not the only one under these stresses right now. I’ve got friends in class me with me, going through the same things. But then again, we’ve all had different experiences in law school, so there’s not necessarily anyone who REALLY knows what I’m going through. It doesn’t help that my family doesn’t understand—I mean, they’re supportive in their own crazy way, and I love them, but they just have no clue. Thankfully, I have a few friends who are extremely supportive and they help me escape the madness every now and then.
There is however one person, who I knew would know exactly what I’m going through, who I could confide in, and who could give me the reassurance I needed to restore my faith and confidence in myself. She knows my ups and struggles in law school. She knows how hard I work. She also knows how to talk to me like a human being. So I went to talk to her today, and suddenly all that negative energy just melted away. I mean, I still can’t help but worry, but it’s not the kind of worry that will not hinder my performance.
The thing is, we’re never really alone unless we let ourselves be. I could have kept everything to myself, try to let this episode of panic subside on its own, but this time I knew I couldn’t. For those of you not in law school, or who haven’t been to law school, it’s totally normal to have mental breakdowns every now and then, leading up to the bar. Normally my “moments” take care of themselves, or I do something to take care of it somehow; but this time was a little different.
I think I just have a lot more on my plate at the moment, and I could feel myself burning out, but I was desperately trying to fight it. I can’t burn out now. It’s way too early to start burning out. I can’t burn out until after August 1st! After that, I can burn out in the Swiss Alps, on a lake in Italy, or on some centuries old cobblestone road in France. I don’t care.
So just remember, when you feel alone, know that you’re not and find the one person who knows exactly what you’re going through. That’s what “Love, Justine” was created for—a place for you to know that you are NEVER alone. Also, have at least one or two people in your life who help you escape, even for just an hour or two. When I get together with these friends, we do not talk about school—at least not in detail. We talk about guys, love, relationships, people, history, faith, happy things, human things, whatever. And of course, just take care of yourself. Know yourself. Know what works for you. This week, classical music worked for me. Next week, I may go horseback riding.
Have faith, and choose to be great :).
BIG LOVE & HUGS
I was thinking about my great-grandmother and how awesome she was—a beautiful, graceful, intelligent, gentile woman. She was truly a remarkable woman. So when people say that I’m just like her, I feel proud. They’ve always said that I am the spitting image of her, but I think she was far more beautiful and the fairest of ladies. She was everything sophisticated, and everything Mrs. Bennett wished her daughters could be. More importantly, she was a woman who made things happen.
When it was decided that Pope Francis I would be our new pope, I decided to go over to my grandmother’s house to take a picture of my great-grandmother meeting Pope Paul VI. To be honest, my whole life I thought it was Pope John Paul II. I suppose, growing up people would just say she met “the pope,” and the only pope I knew until 8 years ago, was Pope John Paul II.
I realized there was something off about the facts I knew in my head, because I tried to figure out what year that photo was taken in. There’s a strip of script in Chinese, and I picked out what I was certain said 1974. However, later when I returned home, I realized if it was indeed 1974, then either this photo was taken before his papacy (thinking it was Pope John Paul II), or I can’t read Chinese at all, or it’s not in fact the pope!
The more I looked at the picture, the more I realized it didn’t quite look like Pope John Paul II; but I thought, maybe I was mistaken, because the picture showed his profile. After discussing this with my father, he told me the story.
He said it was indeed Pope Paul VI, NOT Pope John Paul II. My great-grandmother had been invited to Rome, because she organized the first senior care for disadvantaged senior citizens, run by nuns.
See, I told you—a remarkable woman. When she wanted something to happen, she made it happen—like this senior care for disadvantaged senior citizens, and getting to meet the pope. I believe she was quite the independent woman in her time, though still very traditional. After all, she turned down an offer to be on the cover of LIFE Magazine, because at that time she was already married, and it would have been inappropriate.
My grandmother lived a wonderful 90 or 91 years. Maybe even 92. Her birthdate is disputed, because when she left China after WWII to escape communism, I am told she changed her birth year so that she could be younger. Don’t you just love her spunk?
One of the most important things I’ve learned from her, even after she’s left this earth, is that it’s important to live a life to be proud of. When I think of all the wonderful things people have to say about her, I always think that I’d like to follow in her footsteps. I want my children and my children’s children to be proud of where they came from, who they came from. Kids are lucky if they can find good role models in their immediate circle.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
There are things I wish someone had told me prior to entering the big bad world of Corporate America. Who knows, maybe people tried to tell me, and I just wouldn’t listen. I probably didn’t want to listen, because, after all – I know everything. That being said, I have no regrets about my career choice, and continue to learn and grow in an industry that I love. But just in case you’re a newbie, trying to navigate the shark infested waters of big business, here are some tongue in cheek tidbits of advice:
One year at a big name and you can do whatever you want.
I’m going to quote another movie here, just to hammer my point home. “All you need is for one person to think you're cool, and you're in. Everyone else will be scared to question it.” Rob Gellar (David Arquette) said that in Never Been Kissed, and I live my life by it. Seriously. It’s SO TRUE in Corporate America. Rob knew it, Andy Sachs knew it, and you should know it too. One big name on your resume and you can do what you came to New York to do. Or Los Angeles. Or San Francisco. Insert your city here. My point is, when you are just starting out and you want to make it in a highly competitive field such as journalism, the law, business, whatever - networking is a key factor in your next job. A big name for at least one year is your golden ticket.
Research the job you are applying for.
“Who’s Miranda?” Who’s Miranda?! Are you kidding?!?! Why don’t you just ask who Anna Wintour is (hehe)? Two rules to interviewing you must never break: 1. Research the company, 2. Research the person you are interviewing with.
“You’ve got to start somewhere.”
Ok folks listen up, I thought when I got out of law school I was going to make six figures, and get right into the entertainment legal industry, like that (insert snapping fingers here). Unfortunately, the biggest economic downturn since 1929 occurred 2 years before I was set to graduate, and there were literally, NO. JOBS. Everyone wanted the “magical” 2-5 years of experience. I call it magical because everyone wanted it, but no one wanted to give it to you. So it was magic if you had it. I had to start out doing something that I did not love. I didn’t even like it. At the end I almost hated it. But I did it. Because I had to start somewhere. Everyone has to start somewhere, and it’s not always going to be your dream job. In fact, very few people get their dream job right out of school. Most people have to start at the bottom. It’s called paying your dues. Everybody pays them, unless you’re like, Obama’s nephew. You have to leave the nest sometime. And when you leave the nest you have to pay your own bills. And let me tell you, after rent, utilities, food, gas, and taxes, there’s not much left. “To jobs that pay the rent!”
Always go into your boss’ office with a notepad.
Ok, so I can’t believe Andy went into Miranda’s office without a notepad. I mean, this girl went to Northwestern? Are they just letting anyone in these days? I did not go to a school anywhere near Northwestern on US News and World Report, and I actually did not learn this lesson from The Devil Wears Prada. I used my common sense, and at my first job as an executive assistant I went into my boss’ office with a notepad, so in case he asked me to do five hundred things I would remember all of them. I’m just throwing this in there because if you don’t know this you should. After Andy forgot everything Miranda said to her the first time, except for the skirts, she never went in without paper and a pen again, did she?
“Tiny man, huge ego.”
So true. I am telling you there is a reason Napoleon Complexes are Napoleon Complexes. Small men feel like they have to make up for SOMETHING by being assholes and driving equally small cars, like Porches. Enough said.
Insecure people will not be happy unless everyone around them is panicked, nauseous, or suicidal. And they are generally at the top of the totem pole.
Le sigh. This is a tough one. It is particularly tough for me because I want to be at the top of the ladder, and I want to get there without losing my soul. Here’s the deal guys, not everyone at the top is soulless. However, a good number of them are, because you can get to the top fast if you are willing to step on people to get there. But here’s the flip side of that: if you show no fear, they will leave you alone. Please note, Nigel showed no fear in the presence of Miranda. Everyone else did. Miranda seemed to like him more than anyone else in the movie. He did his job, avoided her as much as he could, and was professional in front of all the other employees, including Miranda. He showed no fear, and she did not attack him once. That’s the key to not letting them get to you. Trust me, it takes some time to get to the point where you know that what other people think of you doesn’t matter. It really does not matter. If you let them get to you, they win. If you let them make you feel scared and small, they will take pleasure in that. Don’t give them any pleasure at all. Show no fear, hold your head high, and do your job with professionalism. You win.
(Please note, I realize Miranda screwed Nigel at the end, which is why I say, in order to move up, you need to move on. You’re welcome).
Skinny, beautiful people get ahead faster.
Guys, studies have shown! Beautiful people make more money, get promoted faster, and are generally more successful than average Joe’s. It’s just a fact of life. I have no advice for this one. The Devil Wears Prada taught me this, science confirmed it. There ya go.
Your parents will never stop worrying about you. Ever.
Dude, how cute is Andy’s dad? The check at dinner? SO CUTE. Parents never stop worrying about you. I don’t know what it is. I think when your kid pops out, extra worry hormones are released and they never stop over producing until one of you dies. You will always be your parents’ baby, and you will always be dumber than they are, and you will always need a little help (by this I mean monetary help). No matter how big you grow, how many degrees you have, or how much money you earn. They will always worry about you, and they will always help you. Period.
You will cry two to three times at your first job. After that nothing will faze you.
Ok listen, when this happened to me I was twenty-two years old, just out of college, and I grew up in a suburbian bubble. I didn’t realize that the mean people I saw on TV actually existed. But that’s not the worst part. When you realize that someone you thought you admired is actually the world’s biggest prick, you will lose your shit. It’s ok. Close the door to your office, or go to the bathroom, let it out. I promise, after the first or second time you will never cry again. You’ll be as hard as a rock. Then you can be fearless, and no one will mess with you.
If you don’t like your job, quit.
Ok ok I get it. It’s a recession, there aren’t a whole lot of jobs out there, the bills don’t pay themselves. I get it. But start looking elsewhere! Seriously, start looking around, going on interviews, talking to people. Andy should have been networking her ass off. Yeah yeah I get it, she worked 20 hours a day. I did too at one point in my life. But you are interacting with a lot of different people in those 20 hours. Pick the ones you can trust, and feel things out. Let them know you’ve hit a ceiling and you’d like to go somewhere where there’s growth. It’ll make you feel better. I promise. Then when you actually do land a new job, and you quit? Best. Day. Ever.
You need a mentor.
You need a Nigel. They are out there. Find yours, and hang on to him for the rest of your life.
Your friends will NEVER get your job.
Sometimes work has to come first when you’re proving yourself, but your friends who are not in your industry or on a similar path will not understand that. They will get mad at you for not spending enough time with them, and make you feel like a bad friend for working too much. OR, they will only see the good things about your job (read: free trips to amazing destinations, and free gifts). They will not understand office politics or abusive bosses and co-workers. And when you try to tell them why you want to leave they will either glaze over or they will tell you that you cannot leave, ever, because you meet celebrities and you go on free trips to exotic places. Just stop trying to tell them. They don’t get it, and they never will. Just accept it now and just do you. If they are your real friends they will love you no matter where you work and they will understand when you have to be at work, because they will want you to succeed.
“You seem nice, you can’t do that job.”
Yes you can. Looks can be deceiving. Lull them into a false sense of security with your too-niceness, then pounce like the lion that you are! Andy did it. You can too.
You will miss birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays due to work.
Andy: My personal life is hanging by a thread.
Nigel: That’s what happens when you start doing well at work. Let me know when your whole life goes up in smoke, it means it’s time for a promotion.
Nigel was keepin’ it real. It’s true. Real people work on their actual birthday. They work on their spouse’s birthday. This is the real grown up world people! You are going to miss birthdays. Also, if you have a very demanding job and/or you are extremely successful chances are you are missing anniversaries and holidays. I know plenty of business people who have had to work on weekends and holidays. This is the world we live in. If your friends don’t get it, ask them if they’d like to support you in the manner that you’ve become accustomed to. Yeah. Didn’t think so.
“You want this life, those choices are necessary.”
You will need to make decisions in your career that you do not want to make. That’s called being an adult. Sometimes we have to choose to get ahead over someone else. Business is business. I’m not saying step on someone to get where you need to go, but look, Miranda was going to fire Andy if she didn’t go to Paris! She needed that damn job! Do you know how much rent is in New York? I don’t because I live in LA, but I hear it’s more expensive than LA. And my place is pricey. So look, she made a call. She decided she didn’t have another job waiting in the wings and she wanted a roof over her head tomorrow. I get it. She made an adult decision. Period.
Whatever you do, do it with integrity, because your reputation will follow you for the rest of your life.
At the end of the movie Andy realized that she was making sacrifices so deep her fundamental beliefs were changing. And she walked away. No back up job, no plan. Her soul was worth more. And I love that. She had worked there less than a year, she didn’t have a new job, and she lived in New York – land of ridiculous rent prices. But her soul and her integrity meant more to her than changing the core of who she is. Love. Look, your reputation will follow you everywhere, for the rest of your life. Ask yourself, who do I want to be?
The people you work with will knife you in the back.
I really hate that this had to happen to Nigel. I love Nigel. He reminds me of my mentor. But he got the knife in the back. Miranda LIKED him, and she knifed him. It’ll happen to you too. Sleep with your eyes open.
Cool jobs are still jobs.
Look, if you’re lucky you will get a job that sends you on cool trips like to Paris, London, New York (if you don’t already live in New York). You may get a job in which you meet celebrities (yay!). But here’s the deal guys, a fun job is still a job. There are still office politics, you likely will have to work at those celebrity-meeting-functions, and those trips are not vacations! You have to work while you’re there!
It’s ok to disagree with your boss.
This is scary the first time around. It really is. I’ve been there. I know. But when you know you are right, you have to say something. For some of us, we are legally bound by a duty to say something (i.e., lawyers). For others, we realize that there is a higher law. Something greater than ourselves out there at work, and not saying something would damn our souls forever. My point is this: there is one reason and one reason only why Miranda gave Andy that recommendation in the end. I’m just gonna go ahead and say it: Andy had balls. She did. She had more guts than any of us can ever hope to have. Her boss called her bluff and Andy showed her cards. Let me tell you, Andy had cojones. And that was ok. Miranda was wrong, and Andy let her know it. Not everyone wants to be Miranda.
Please please please do not go into work tomorrow and give your boss the finger, throw your company phone in a large body of water, or tell your boss to F off. No. Not what I’m saying. What I am saying is this: It is okay to disagree with your boss. It will happen in life. I can guarantee it will happen. Sometimes you have to say something. Sometimes maybe you keep it to yourself. Always know that you do not have to think the way your boss does to be successful. In fact, it’s good that you don’t agree with him/her from time to time. It means you have a brain.
Be nice to everyone you meet. You never know when you’ll need their help.
Dude, Andy totally just gave Emily thousands of dollars worth of clothes. And Emily wasn’t even nice to Andy! Just think what Andy would have done for her if she was nice! Ok maybe the clothes were the only thing Emily wanted that Andy could give her. But here’s the deal, in many industries the assistant one day, is the boss the next. All it takes in this world to be the boss is one amazing idea. And by amazing I mean multi-million dollar amazing idea. Be nice! The assistant may be able to do something ridiculously spectacular for you not too far off in the future.
Networking will save your life.
Ok so Andy didn’t network, but Miranda DID! And it saved her freakin’ life. Ok guys look, Jacqueline Follet was trying to steal her job, and Miranda squashed that. She had connections and she went to the freakin’ CEO of the publishing company and had a long ass list of people who would FOLLOW HER if she left the magazine. Guys- designers, models, photographers. Successful people would follow her. That saved her job, ok. Networking will save. Your. Life. Period.
You don’t need to sell your soul to make it.
Look here’s the deal, you are never going to be happy if you are not doing what you love. If we’re being honest with ourselves, Andy did what we all want to do at some point in our lives. Get honest people. Andy left in style. She hated it there, and she did what we all fantasize about doing at jobs we hate. Look, I’ve been Andy. By month 6 you are networking and looking for a new job so that you are out of there at the one year mark. And then you leave with 2 weeks notice and you don’t burn a bridge because maybe, just maybe, you might need that boss as a reference down the line one day.
Your industry is probably just like mine: small and incestuous. Chances are you will run into someone your former boss knows and who likes your former boss. My point is, we all fantasize about walking out of a shitty job the way Andy did. But we don’t, because in the real world, rarely can you leave a job like that. Andy knew she was burning a bridge. But she hated it there, so she followed her heart. Miranda called her out. She told Andy that they were essentially the same person. And Andy was like, no I’m not, and basically gave Miranda the middle finger. We all wish we could do that to our jerky bosses. But we can’t. All we can hope for is to get another job that’s amazing and closer to what we really want to do with our lives. Andy sent us all a message by throwing that phone in the fountain. She said look, I don’t need to sell my soul to make it. I’m gonna follow my heart and make it anyway.
Again, not telling you to destroy company property. I am telling you to listen to that little voice inside you that’s telling you which way to go…seriously it has a roadmap.
A Female Business and Legal Affairs Executive
I went to Costco with my mom for the first time in a long time, and I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when the guy at the exit did not draw a happy face on our receipt. Going to Costco used to be super fun. Pushing around the cart was fun, getting to ride in the extremely spacious cart was fun, getting my fill of lunch by attending all the sampling tables was fun, and getting a happy face on our receipt was the highlight. But then I got wise to food and now there are very few things at Costco that I can imagine ingesting. Not to mention, I hate crowds like this. I hate it for the same reasons I hate Christmas shopping. Well, there's more than one reason I'm not a fan of Christmas shopping, but the crowded malls is one of them.
I think it made my mom really happy when I asked if I could go to Costco with her this weekend. I needed to buy binders in bulk to organize myself better for Bar prep. However, they did not have the size I was looking for. They had 1/2½” binders, 2” binders, and 3” binders, but no 1” binders…what the hay haw turtle butt. Even so, it was an enjoyable mother-daughter venture. We picked up the things she needed, and I just smiled and nodded as she directed me on how to pick out EVERYTHING.
My mom is one of those moms who likes to criticize and direct everything. Even now as I’m typing this, she is instructing me on how to tear apart the packages of chicken breast. If it’s not done her way, then you’re doing it wrong. Needless to say, we clash a lot. I’ve learned though, if you just let her talk then all is dandy. So, on this Costco trip, I just let her gab away. I figured I owe her that much for being the incredibly big-hearted woman that she is, and for not spending enough quality time with her.
As we get older, I think it’s important to do little things like this with our moms, and make them feel needed and appreciated. We’re always told that it doesn’t matter what other people think of us…but sometimes it really does. Sometimes people need to know their value, and it doesn’t take much. It takes as little as going to Costco with your mom and letting her tell you how to pick fruits and vegetables and what not.
I did get to weigh in on health supplements, and kept her from buying bread with too much sugar and starch and other junk. We even skipped the frozen foods aisles!
I could tell this little trip made her happy, and it made me happy too.
Hug your mom, or give her a ring if she’s not near you—it’ll put a big smile on both your faces.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
First, I have no idea how I’m subscribed to Cosmopolitan, but alas, every month an issue arrives. I always flip through it real quickly to check out the fashion trends, because I’m a sucker for style inspiration, and then I donate it to my dentist or send it to Afghanistan for entertainment. Plus, smelling perfumes is always fun, even when you already know what they smell like. I don’t know, it’s like when you’re a kid, and you see a button, and you just want to push it, just because it’s there.
Anyways, so as I flipped through this month’s Cosmopolitan, I actually stumbled upon a really interesting read. It was basically about powerful women who are BFFs, and that as a society we’re so used to pitting women against each other, but we really need to stick together to show the world the power of strength in women. Thank you Cosmopolitan!
This was probably one of the most important lessons, if not the most important, I actually learned in a classroom in undergrad. I learned that in one of my Global Studies classes. There were a few occasions on which my mind was opened to the power of this notion. It really sank in though, after reading Fatima Mernissi’s “Dreams of Trespass.” It’s an incredible book; I always recommend it as a read, especially to all my girlfriends.
It wasn’t until the last two and a half years though, that I’ve really learned the true significance of having incredible girlfriends in my life, and I am ever grateful. It’s true—when we stick together we empower one another. We inspire each other. And the more we inspire good in each other, the more we inspire good in the world.
You always read and hear about women being pitted against one another, but not the same for men. No, we have female rivals, and then we have bromances. Why is that? As cute as bromances are, instead of choosing Britney or Christina, Jen Aniston or Angelina Jolie, we should just celebrate all the incredible women who empower and inspire us to be incredible human beings. We should celebrate the women who inspire us to take chances, and to take the lead on what we’re passionate about, and just forget the unnecessary, mindless rivalries we create for our own entertainment.
The more we support one another, the more room we make for greatness. To educate and to empower women, is to make for a better world to live in—after all, women do 75% of the work. If we stick together, we’ll all, men and women alike, be much happier and more efficient. And what’s prettier in the world, than a happy girl.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
Today was the 2nd Annual Love, Justine Party, and the theme… “Change the World, Spice Girls Tea Party!” What that means, is that I asked my guests to bring their loose change to donate to charity, and we watched “Spice World” while we had a tea party. I also volunteered to take any items they wanted to clean out of their closets, to the Good Shepherd Shelter.
It was a small event with just a few close friends, and we had a marvelous time! I brought out the proper china for tea, arranged a display of chocolates, and washed up a plate of berries.
I still LOVE the Spice Girls. To this day, I still find them inspirational. They’re spunky. They're sparkly. They’re just plain FABULOUS. It’s been years since any of us had seen the movie. In fact, I had to order the DVD online, because I only have it on VHS. We laughed the whole time, because I think it’s a lot funnier than we realized. Posh Spice is still my favorite. She’s SO hilarious.
Anyways, I can’t wait to go up to the Good Shepherd Shelter to deliver the donations. I still have to count the change!
Hope everyone is having a most lovely weekend :)
BIG LOVE & HUGS