As an ode to my current girl crush and Golden Globes killa
(fists up in the sky) Lena Dunham, I’ve decided to create the Rebel Phase
series.
This is Part One of an undisclosed number of posts about
what I refer to as the “rebel phase”.
The phase can loosely be described as a period in a young adult’s life
in which she/he loses her sense of self and begins to make decisions that contradict
every moral she/he previously held as a standard. A more concrete example would be my rebel
phase of 2010. It lasted about 3
months. In these months I got my
cartilage pierced on Melrose and convinced myself that I was “cool” with being
in an open relationship (I suppose you can eliminate the “relationship” part
because I was pretty much “open” to receive anything this particular guy was
willing to throw my way…ah college).
This primary rebel phase led to discomfort on many levels. Mainly, they don’t really warn you that you
cannot sleep on the ear upon which you’ve displaced your wayward emotions; this
becomes increasingly uncomfortable when attempting to sleep next to someone
whose bed smells like another woman’s perfume (this is a hyperbole, but maybe
it isn’t).
I hope this transparency has been enough to accurately
define the "Rebel Phase". If not, I’m thoroughly embarrassed and understand if
you never come back here. If you get me though, I’ll see you tomorrow for Part Two (oh,
tomorrow will also be my first fashion post). Ah, memories...
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