After one year and three months of working part-time jobs and completing 209 job applications, followed by 10 months of Corporate America where I stressed about things like goals, stats and our clients inability to accept the fact that sometimes their earning tables won’t be perfectly spaced, I FINALLY got my dream job.
It only took a little over two years. Frankly, I thought it would take much longer. No one gets what they want at 23, especially if they’re a journalist, right?
In less than two weeks I will start my new job as the Associate Editor of Alternative Press. For those uninitiatied, AP is a national music magazine that covers punk, alternative, and pretty much anything not in the mainstream. And, it happens to be located in my new hometown of Cleveland. I’ve been reading AP since I was 15. I still remember the first issue I read. The All-American Rejects were on the cover. I had just discovered them, but I was already in love. The usual magazines I read at the time—YM and Teen People—weren’t covering my new favorite band, but then I heard that they were going to be on the cover of some magazine called Alternative Press. I had to order my issue online because I couldn’t find it in my hometown.
The issue blew me away. I had never read a magazine solely devoted to this kind of music–music that couldn’t be found on the Top 40 charts. I was just discovering this world of, emo, alternative, punk, hardcore, screamo, and I was quickly falling in love with it. I didn’t know half the bands in that issue of AP but I knew I wanted to know more. I knew I wanted to keep reading this magazine.
When I learned that AP was looking for an associate editor I had to apply. I wasn’t looking for a new job, but when a job that you’ve wanted since you were 15 is suddenly available, you apply. So I sent in my resume and clips. I waited. Then I got a phone call. Then I got an interview. Then I waited what felt like two years but was actually just two weeks. Then I got another phone call. Then I got a job. No, the job. Suddenly, the past two years didn’t seem so bad.
In the words of Penny Lane from “Almost Famous:” It’s all happening. I look forward to sharing it with all of you.
Naomi Davis, author of the blog Rockstar Diaries, shows off her 27 week baby bump while her daughter Eleanor waves for the camera.
Last week my friend sent me a link to an article on Salon.com titled: Why I can’t stop reading Mormon housewife blogs. The article is actually more than a year old, but it made both my friend and I laugh when we read it. If you’re familiar with any of the blogs listed under my “Blog Crushes” you know that The Rockstar Diaries is one of these so-called “Mormon housewife blogs.” I read the blog regularly. In fact, I’m a bit enamored with it. Although I don’t read any other blogs by Mormon women, I do know they exist. I just had no idea there were other women like me who can’t stop reading them.
If I was still a college student working toward a women studies minor, I would have written a 12-page paper about the Mormon mommy blog phenomenon and what it says about feminism, religion, marriage & family, and why Mormons seem to love hot chocolate more than most people.
However, I served my collegiate time and have traded term papers for blog posts, so I’ll keep this short. The reason young, single, educated, liberal women who work full-time and never go to church read these blogs is simple. It’s not real life, at least not for us. It’s a fantasy filled with sparkles and giggles and swing sets. We don’t dream of a life where we become stay-at-home moms by age 26. We don’t want that, but we’re enamored by it because as Emily Matchar, the author of the Salon article pointed out, “Their lives seem adorable and old-fashioned and comforting.” They seem so…simple. And wouldn’t we all like that for just a day?
It’s the dirty little Internet secret shared by thousands of women who were reared on the struggles of the second wave of feminism and who grew up with working moms who told them they could be whatever they wanted. We’re drawn in by cute puppies, cute babies and even cuter husbands. We read because we can’t look away. We read because we all need an escape.
I don’t plan to stop reading. Although my views and life goals are pretty different from Naomi’s, and even though her blog can make me roll my eyes, more often than not, The Rockstar Diaries makes me smile. Simple? Sure. But sometimes that’s all you need.
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I’ve really got to start writing more than once a month. My journalism professors would not be proud. But this month, I have an excuse. I landed a freelance gig at an awesome new online mag called GALO. Yay for progress! It’s good to be writing again. Not that I don’t love my blog, but sometimes even I get tired of writing about myself.
I’m currently working on an article about the painter, Antoinette Wysocki. I interviewed her this morning, and I have to admit, I was a tad nervous. I haven’t interviewed someone in more than a year. Talk about nerve-racking. Thankfully, she was a doll and extremely helpful. Step one down. Step two, write the damn thing. Thankfully, writing an article is a lot like riding a bike. My process still consists of writing two paragraphs, deleting one, moving another and emailing the interviewee to ask “one last quick question” for the 12th time. Ah, how I’ve missed this. I’m about halfway done and already know it will be longer than the requested 800 words. My poor editor has no idea what she’s dealing with.
But for the first time in a while, I’m excited. Excited to be able to FINALLY update my resume. Excited to once again fill a notebook with story ideas–some totally random (“pie is the new black”) and some very exciting (NYC’s Fringe Fest). Excited to again, be writing.
All in all, it’s good to be back.