People stalk you on the street. You’re gorgeous, you’re well-dressed and you’re at the top of the it restaurant’s VIP list. Oh, and those Christian Louboutin pumps that are “waiting list only” at Barneys? You’re wearing them.
And no, you’re not a star of NYC Prep. In fact, you’d never deign to be on that show.
You’re a celebutante. You always have a job and your identity is handed to you. In fact, you live on Easy Street. I know this may or may not draw accusations of “everyone has their problems,” etc., but come on. This would be nice compared to living in your childhood room and scraping up money to enjoy a few nights out with friends.
Due to the boredom and stress of life post-college, I’ve started to think that I would be okay with being a famous person. And many people, both male and female (and don’t deny this, because it’s very, very true), would love to be a celebrity.
Celebrity status means a few great things, and by a few great things I mean unlimited money, unlimited access and unlimited good looks. Money and good fortune can’t always buy you happiness, but it can buy you a few things to keep you occupied in your quest for it.
I was going to use this post to discuss the growing ratio of misconstrued celebrity women (think: Kate Gosselin, Sarah Palin, Lindsay Lohan, Jennifer Aniston), but I gave that up when I realized my name isn’t Perez Hilton or Chelsea Handler.
Nor do I have a job, like Perez or Chelsea. And that’s really what this blog is about – an exploration of what it means to search for your identity when identity is no longer handed to you in the form of a school id and an emblem embroidered sweatshirt.
I always assumed that the next step would involve money, and then happiness. Many studies suggest that money can affect your happiness if you actually spend it on life experiences, which I wholeheartedly agree with. A writer from the blog Cranky Fitness, which I linked above, says the following:
I think the real debate should be about things we buy for status, versus things we buy for our own comfort or pleasure or adventure. An “experiential” dinner eaten at a Trendy Restaurant is, in my mind, a lousy bargain if you only went because it seemed like a sophisticated thing to do. But a great book or a new kitchen gadget or a comfy pair of running shoes can be a great happiness bargain, if using them gives you pleasure.
I agree.
I also think that happiness for our generation, though, comes from figuring out what’s next. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard the Dawson’s Creek theme song five times over the past two weeks (I kid you not. I’ve counted. And it’s been in coffee shops, a beauty salon and my car), but I really think that if you don’t know what your plan is, it’s hard to even maintain a happy demeanor.
If that doesn’t make sense to you, and it probably doesn’t, here is the chorus from the song:
I don’t want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right now
What will it be
In tandem with this song, my random celebrity rant and the happiness factor, a new movie is coming out aiming at what this blog is all about. My cousin, who happens to be blogging along a similar topic, just alerted me to the film “Post Grad.” It comes out this weekend and stares Alexis Bledel, one of my fav chic-actresses.
I cannot believe the timing of this film.
It’s about my life, and yours.
