I try to live my life without irony. As a young adult in the late 90's it was everywhere, but somewhere around senior year of college I decided it was no longer relevant to me. Some straight-up truths:
I like romantic comedies, I have to force myself to watch art movies if they are dark/twisted (inevitably the are) and if I do watch them, it must be during daylight hours (same with ghost hunting tv shows.)
I try to keep up with contemporary art - and I'm not afraid to have opinions about it - but knowledge, like militant feminism seems to fade after leaving a university setting.
After 15 years of DIY rock shows, I find them sometimes boring, sometimes work, and often I'd prefer to stay home. And still I struggle with DIY ethics and maintaining a living through art.
I will always undersell myself. Every. Single. Time. Let's just say it's a good thing the studio has a shop minimum.
I consider myself intelligent, and fairly well-read - but I will always choose the romance novel, no matter how silly the cover looks to everyone else. I started this blog after I decided not to hide my genuine love of romance novels, and seek out the best of the genre - and give my opinions about the rest.
I write to the great unknown, but I'm not bothered if no one ever reads this. It's a life record, one big long note to self - it's also been written exclusively since we've come back to Johnstown, and it reflects my struggles and triumphs with my hometown and the collective support system within/or around it.