November 14, 2012

Wacky sensibilities

The strong, creative women of Simon Doonan's Wacky Chics are total fucking loons, and I look up to them in every way.  It's comforting to know that my struggle to have a life of interest and total personal freedom has been successfully realized by individuals even crazier than I am.

The person responsible for introducing me to this Wacky Bible is my very own W.C. roommate, Margo.  Her many charms include but are far from limited to: a day job at Obscura Antiques and Oddities, providing us with bountiful supplies of deer skulls, 100-year-old "Mama" dolls, and taxidermied fruit bats to decorate our home; a moonlight career as the striking burlesque beauty The Flying Fox, which kindles a stunning array of bedazzled g-strings hanging from various bathroom fixtures on laundry day; and a strong-willed vegan diet, which leads to interesting discussions about the possible detoxifying effects of dandelion tea and mostly positive adventures in vegetable eating (i.e. she force-fed me broccoli, and now I like it). 

My favorite chapter is #5, titled "Work", which chronicles professional ventures that are as lucrative as they are deranged.  It gives me solice to know that my hiring and firing struggles of yore were just stepping stones on the path of wacky success.  It makes my dream of living off my internet endeavors seem astoundingly more obtainable.  And if that never works out, I'll just go to a nudist colony with Isabel Garrett and help her make spiderweb latex bikinis.

What I've learned most from Margo, Doonan, and his army of W.C.'s, is that the success of my life will not be measured by any validation of society, career, or love story - but by my ability to interpret and redefine what those words really mean -  for me.  Luckily I have a lot of time ahead of me to figure all of these shenanigans out.  I'm still only 23, after all, and most of what I know about life is still what I think it will be, and not what I actually know it to be.

Looking at the inspiring lives of Wacky Chicks, both on the pages of a book and in my immediate jurisdiction, is very telling of what I have to look forward to if I just keep following my own path.  Or rather, let a path find me.  The future seems so much more exciting when you stop trying to force it into a particular shape.  I can honestly say I'm excited to see what comes next.  It may catch me by surprise, but it will mostly certainly be profound.  So make some tea, read some Doonan, and stay tuned.

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