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Ignoring it’s one of the seven deadly sins, I must confess I’m an envious bloke. I’m especially envious of brilliant writers. Like Jory Des Jardins. She writes Pause . . . Jory’s thoughts while sitting still. Perhaps I suffer from REM sleep deficit or a slight defeatist attitude, but after reading Jory, I can’t help but feel like a hack writer who has a lot to learn about his craft.
Still, as I bask in the hope and warmth of my third cup of coffee, I’m compelled to proclaim Jory this week’s Top Ten Smartest Blogging Babe.
Like any true work of art, I struggle to find the words to capture Jory’s brilliance. She’s raw and real. Yet the lightness of her touch leaves you smiling a compassionate smile toward the occasional frailty of our all-too-human existence. Case in point, her post titled The Women’s Guide to Independence Lesson 1: Call your Bullshit:
"There
are some nasty words that I live with being called. Bitch? Fine.
Insecure? Aren’t we all. The “C†word? I’d rather you didn’t, but
doesn’t that say more about you than it does about me?"Still
I cringed a few months back when, during a lighthearted discussion with
my boyfriend, when we were constructively describing our perception of
the other’s weaknesses, a word came up, the worst one I think has ever
been used to describe me: Needy? . . ."We were driving on the Bay Bridge; he was
fiddling with the radio station so nonchalantly. How could he say
something so brutal and then respond by turning up the Black Eyed Peas?"
And if you’re self-employed, you’ll love Jory’s fore into soloprenuering as she describes it in a series of posts titled: Living Without a Net: An Odyssey into Self-Employment.
"Rule Number One of Self Employment: Get Dressed.
It doesn’t have to be fancy; I threw on jeans and a sweater. The
temptation here, if you are beyond the temptation of wearing your
pajamas all day, is to wear the same outfit every day. While you are no
longer obligated to wear garments that require ironing, it would be
prudent to wear clothes that are clean, to even wear a matching outfit
from time to time, to create the illusion of purposefulness."
And if you just want a good belly laugh, you must read Jory’s post titled Thoughts While in a Food Coma.
"My old bedroom smells like ass. My sister and her husband met up with
some college friends yesterday and took the baby with them. Oddly, they
went to an Indian restaurant. They are amazed that a 17-month-old could
polish off rogan josh, chicken korma, lamb samozas and saag paneer. The
next day, they are no longer amazed; they are sorry. They ro-sham-bo
every time someone takes a whiff of little Bella and gets faint."
I don’t know about you, but when there’s talk of anything smelling like ass, I just can’t control my laughter. Besides, it helps me shake off that nasty little smell of envy with which I opened the post.
With a special thanks to KO (re:invention blog) for turning me on to Jory’s brilliance, I encourage, no, I insist that you spend a little time in the world of this week’s Top Ten Smartest Blogging Babe.