This edition of Cheeky Dream Teams comes to you early in preparation for Labor Day weekend -- you're gonna want to grab a copy of Caroline Moss and Michelle Markowitz's book Hey Ladies! for the beach (fingers crossed for sun). What once was a series of satirical group emails the duo wrote for the late humor website The Toast is now a book -- a book that I could not put down.
It took us a few tries to get in sync, but it was work worth doing. A creative partnership has made everything so much more enjoyable, even the scary parts, because we're never isolated. But the best best part of working together is getting instant gratification (or sometimes feedback) on the jokes we write. It helped us trust every line we wrote into "HEY LADIES!"
There has been something really empowering in writing characters who are in turns, both really passive aggressive and also really assertive in emails. Throughout the process of writing and publishing the books, I feel it has emboldened me to be more assertive in my own emails. Going through this experience with a partner has also been so enjoyable on many different levels I wouldn't have expected. Creatively, it's been amazing to work with someone you've worked with for awhile that can still surprise you and make you laugh and catch you off-guard with their writing. On a more superficial level, it's been really nice to have another person to share the highs and lows with, and to send you a "that was a perfect email" text."
Full bush, and I mean down the thighs.
A time to stop and note and appreciate the women/mother figures in our lives. Today, I'm celebrating my mom:
*note too, that while my mom was pursuing her career in dentistry she got some push back. When she first became pregnant with me, her clinical professor asked her if it was mistake. Later on, when she wanted to direct another class, the chariman of her department suggested she go home and be with her children instead.
My mom of course kept at it. And she pulled it off.
P.S. you'll be hearing more from my mom soon. She has a guest post coming up about listening to your body and in-transit bathroom emergencies.
These were really such a source of dread for me. In high school and college I stocked up on Murad cream, vowing to religiously apply the product twice a day. I was determined to get rid of these pesky marks. Of course, the cream didn't work (but also I didn't love the smell of it so the routine didn't last too long).
When I had first googled them in eighth grade, I understood stretch marks to be irrefutable proof that I was fat -- and in my teenage brain that was shameful. When I went swimming at camp, my tummy used to be the area I had to hide, and now that shame had migrated to my thighs. There was just this overwhelming sense of 'I don't like my body as it is, and I cannot keep up with these curveballs'.
My stretch marks still aren't in my top 5, but they don't upset me anymore. Mainly because I've seen that pretty much everyone has them. And they don't look bad at all on other people! They're basically beauty marks with bad PR.