12
Feb
2010
Halftime 12.02.10
Alright, I know it’s been ten days and you’re all feeling really down on yourselves because you don’t have me to feel worse for.
I’m sorry, but I’m doing what unemployed people do: taking vacations whenever I want until the money runs out.
I’m back in Toronto for another fun-filled week to help my friend Zack Russell put on a play for the Rhubarb Festival. It’s fun, and I’m hanging out with a bunch of actors who are working for free and probably have spent the majority of their lives unemployed. They’re great company.
Until I throw my tape recorder in the face of another successful journalist, I’ll leave you with another inspiration of mine. She’s 13, she wears orthopedic shoes, and was invited to New York Fashion Week last September. Who is, Tavi Gevinson. This name isn’t news for any of you interested in the fashion world, but for the rest of you, thank me later.
For all of us trying to get a job or working one’s we hate, Tavi’s proof that if we had been born a decade earlier, our age might have been the cache we needed to beat the other millions of people hoping to get famous through the internet. Just look at Justin Bieber. In internet years, we’re too old, but we can always have kids quick and exploit them for our benefit. Who wants to help me make a baby who can blog about learning to walk? Any takers?
Seriously though, Tavi’s cool. She’s been in French Vogue, written for Harper’s Bazaar, and probably still has an afterschool snack. Plus, she dances like this.
(If Tavi’s parents are reading this blog and want a babysitter for their daughter at Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week this Spring, call me!)