IT’S ME, LIV-VY

I’ve been trying to come up with some charming, interesting facts to start off this bio and so far, I got nothing. I’m a Jersey girl but live in New York City, which doesn’t make me pretentious, judgmental or a little bit crazy. I got braces for a second time in tenth grade and cried so hard that the ortho sucked my tears away with the saliva sucking machine. I’m freakishly good at Text Twist and playing Super Nintendo. Oh, and I like pop culture a little too much.

Out of all those facts though, the pop culture one is obvi the most relevant to this blog, which makes me wonder why. Why do I care that Nicole Richie ate a salmon skin roll last week? Why does the current status of McGosling interest me so much? And most importantly, why do I spend hours on youtube, watching a pug imitating a blender and the grape-stomping lady? Because it’s hilarious? Well, duh. More importantly, I’ve come to realize that I am truly a pop culture baby and you know what? I love it.

Just take a look into my diary from 5th and 6th grade. Sure, there are the typical middle school woes i.e. boys and my tragic appearance as a 50-year-old female Harry Potter. But my god, on any given page there is at least one mention of 90210, Party of Five, Melrose Place, Pacific Palisades, Dawson’s Creek, Buffy and perhaps a reference or two to Roswell, 7th Heaven and anything else the WB offered. After all, these are the shows that taught me about sex, high school, college, and what a bitch it is to clean a dress after a demon drowns you in water, temporarily killing you and thus allowing for a second slayer to come forth. Ah, the problems of a 12-year-old.

Either way, I am aware of my X-TREME! love for pop culture and the potential problems that poses. However, I am also aware that I am a very intelligent, interesting and incredibly attractive girl who has so much more to offer and thus my array of musings to come on this blog. Don’t believe me? Okay, maybe I don’t either. Because, you know as they say: a joke is just an insecure way to say what you’re really feeling (without suffering the consequences). And, beggars can’t be choosers. So, I’m going to live my life, but not the way you want me to.

Olivia aka Livvy