I read Vogue, and I'm not doing it ironically.
If I have an accessory, it is probably pink. I used to say my favourite colour was black to be cool, but it is pink – all shades of pink. (I am mortified by my music choices.) I care what people think.
'Bitch you gotta shake it till your camel starts to hurt.' Poetry. The classic Ying Yang Twins song Salt Shaker? It's amazing. When I drive to work, I listen to thuggish rap at a very loud volume, even though the lyrics are degrading to women and offend me to my core. I want to be in charge, respected, in control, but I want to surrender, completely, in certain aspects of my life. Sometimes I feel an overwhelming need to cry at work, so I close my office door and lose it. I want to be strong and professional, but I resent how hard I have to work to be taken seriously, to receive a fraction of the consideration I might otherwise receive. I want to be independent, but I want to be taken care of and have someone to come home to.
