you know you love me (xoxo)
Everything I’ve read about blogging — which is, sadly, quite a bit — tells me that what I need here is a theme. A hook. A narrow lens through which to show you my world.
Or as the strippers in Gypsy told Gypsy Rose Lee, “You gotta get a gimmick.”
But here’s the thing: I don’t wanna. I mean, if I tell you that this is just another blog about how some 24-year-old girl with an English degree and no job is, like, really into movies and watches too much TV, then I wouldn’t blame you for getting the hell out of Dodge and now. Besides which, it would be untrue, because I don’t know that I have the discipline or attention span to keep my eye on just one thing. I have a lot to say. This is somewhere to say it.
So I made a blog over a year ago, one where the url didn’t match what I was calling it, mostly because it’s the same one I use on a lot of platforms and I have this inexplicable urge to prevent anyone else from using it. I tried my hand at making posts. I fell flat. I forgot it existed. I moved on.
But, like I seem to do with some many things, I’ve circled back to it. I deleted everything that used to be on it, like that means I’m actually starting over. Then I moved to an entirely different blog. So let’s try starting over.
My name is Stefanie. I watch too much TV, but I’m still behind on everything. I watch way too many movies and yet I still have a list as long as my arm of films everyone else has seen that I’m only just getting to (and I’m not just talking about how I only just saw The Notebook. I mean, I still haven’t watched Dirty Dancing or Schindler’s List). And for some reason, the characters I love seem to be the ones everyone else hates — or, at least, the characters whose fans take delight in pointing out how everyone else hates them. I’m a 24-year-old with a degree in English, too much time, an inane obsession with pop culture and a blog.
Let’s do this.