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Not Everyone Is Going To Like You. And People Are Going To Talk About You.

20 May

Not everyone is going to like you. And  they will express it (not to you most of the time). One of those lessons in life that is kind of hard to swallow when you know that you are fabulous motherfucking sorcerer. You can say that you don’t give a fuck what other people think, and maybe you are one of those lucky people who really don’t give a fuck. Or maybe you’re on pills so you literally can’t give a fuck because your default feeling is nonchalant. But if you aren’t on pills, and you do give a fuck and all you feel like you can do is repeat that Kanye West-ish (I assume) mantra “haters gonna hate”, then you must be pretty bummed because deep down you know that most people who say “haters gonna hate” sound like douchebags.

If you’re a total psycho, like me, you probably get kind of pissed off when you hear that someone is talking about you. I actually have a reaction, no matter how hard I try not to. I repeat to myself in a self-help books on tape monotone voice “Not everyone is going to like you, and that’s okay”. I almost always have to confront the person who talks about me even though I know that it’s very likely they are going to lie and nothing will come of it. It just makes me feel better and if something will make you feel better in life, without hurting someone else, I am all for it. But then there are those situations when you are told not to confront someone by the messenger. Which is probably the greatest first world problem ever. When a friend says “If I tell you something, promise you won’t say anything?”. It’s like, obviously now I have to make a promise that I could potentially break based on what you are about to tell me and that alone pisses me off. It’s like, if you care that the person talking about me is going to get mad at  you for telling me, then why are you telling me? Why aren’t you off talking about me with the person doing the talking because you obviously don’t care enough about me to let me confront this person if I want to. You follow me?

What confuses me about people not liking me or another person is that in order for me to not like someone, my life needs to somehow have been inconvenienced by someone for me to not like them. Example:  Last year I got pissed off on 4th of July because some chick banned me from a cookout at a mutual friend’s house because I had written a blog condemning her for bringing Stop & Shop brand hotdogs to my cookout. In my defense,  I had written the blog after hearing she had called me and my friends white trash. I guess in the eyes of a girl from Hingham, we are ripping white trash. But as someone not from Hingham, I think I’m classy as fuck. But back to my point. If I saw this girl now, or even a month after she banned me from the cookout, I would be totally indifferent to her. Because I stopped giving a fuck about her the day after the cookout. My plan for 4th of July was changed and it was out of my control and I didn’t like that. But I literally can’t not like someone for that long because it takes energy away from me and alters my life even longer than the duration of some whack ass cookout with meat that is not up to par. As someone who has self-induced chronic fatigue for staying up on the internet too late at night, I need that energy to get through my day without setting myself on fire. So in order to stay somewhat content, I try not to spend my time disliking someone. And if you don’t dislike someone, you don’t need to talk about them. The exception to this is when someone is jealous of you. They don’t have to dislike you to be jealous. They just need to hear that you have something that they don’t have to talk about you. So in my egotistical mind, either you don’t like me because you are investing your own energy into disliking me and you are resentful that I am altering your life in that manner, OR you are jealous of me. When I am talking about someone else, it’s because they have fucked up a period of my time, or because I am jealous that they have something I do not have, which is a normal feeling that happens even if you don’t want it to. When someone is talking about me, I spend a period of time wondering why. And spending a period of time that I could have used to catch up on celebrity gossip on things like asking myself why someone was talking about me stresses me out because I know I shouldn’t care about someone who just possibly wants something that I have that they don’t. So I repeat to myself that not everyone is going to like me, and they are going to talk about it to whoever will listen, and unless someone wants to fuck up a period of my day by telling me about it, I probably won’t find out about it because I’m off somewhere being a fabulous motherfucking sorcerer.

The first point to this unnecessarily long  blog is to say that it’s normal to give a fuck if someone doesn’t like you or if someone talks about you. It’s ideal to not give a fuck. If you don’t give a fuck because you are on pills, it’s science. People will tell you not to give a fuck or waste your time wondering, but that probably won’t matter. Just repeat to yourself that not everyone is going to like you and go on with your day because behavior becomes abnormal when you dwell. If it will make you feel better and makes you stop dwelling, confront the person with the expectation that it won’t do anything to change this person’s opinion of you and they will probably lie about it because some humans have the tendency to be pussies when put under pressure. You should do anything that makes you feel a little better as long as you are not hurting someone else. Example: The second point to this unnecessarily long blog was to confront the girl who was talking about me this weekend. I know what you said.  And I’m sorry you’re jealous of me. Ahhh, I feel better now. The third and most important point to this unnecessarily long blog is to say that no matter what other people say or think about you, you are still fabulous. Unless you aren’t. Either way, stop dwelling.

I typed the word “pussies”. Ew.

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Manchild Part 5,987

14 May

Damn you Google image search for stock photos of empty kitchen sinks! #men.

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Newest Venture =)

13 May

If you follow me on social media you may have read my updates about a new venture I am investing in: handmade jewelry. What could be funner than starting a jewelry business with your best friend?! That’s what my best friend, Jess, and I decided to do, thus Liz & Lorraine was created: custom bracelets that are unique to our own tastes. I’ve always been been drawn to simple and classic looks, opting for neutral colors and more conservative styles, whereas Jess’s style has been more fun and eclectic. Jess loves taking fashion risks and believes that accessories can transform an entire outfit. Her rule of thumb when it comes to accessorizing is the more the better! We believe that our two very different styles will open up a range in our collection that will appeal to everyone. Liz & Lorraine bracelets will be made from the comfort of our own living rooms, two friends hanging out creating, and each bracelet will be crafted to reflect our own styles to mix and match!

Liz & Lorraine (named for the women in our lives we have aspired to be like: our mothers!) is only in the very beginning stages of what seems like will be a little bit of a  process. We would love to dive right into this, but our goal is to create original and unique bracelets that are affordable, yet exceptional quality. In order to meet that goal, Jess & I have been researching and creating through trial and error to make Liz & Lorraine bracelets the best quality for you!

We hope that you’ll be patient while we are learning and creating! If you’d like to keep up with us as we go, you can follow us on Instagram for new design ideas @bcmollysaidso and @jmac1o21  (that’s an “o” in Jess’s username, not a zero!).

Thanks everyone =) llll2ll3ll4

Abercrombie & Fitch Doesn’t Want Fat Chicks Wearing Abercrombie & Fitch. Shocker.

9 May

I’m absolutely going to get shit from someone for this…fuck it.

I am more than a little confused as to how anyone who is sharing this article: Abercrombie & Fitch basically hates fat chicks, is surprised. Yeah, the CEO sounds like a douche. But so aren’t most people who wear Abercrombie & Fitch over the age of 18. My first mission when I started dating my fiance was to have an intervention on him to get him to stop wearing A&F. Seriously though, A&F has always hated fat chicks. I mean, their size large is pretty much the equivalent to an extra small everywhere else. Don’t feel too bad if you can’t fit into their $40 “slightly destroyed” t-shirts, most of America is fat so maybe they’ll lose some business. Unless this was an extreme marketing ploy to garner attention and get more business, in which case A&F 1, fat chicks 0. It is a fact (at least I thought it was) that A&F has always been totally open about hiring based on superficial qualifications, and honest about their blatant racism.

Girls who can’t fit into A&F clothes should be rejoicing that they no longer have to be subjected to an overload of terrible, seizure-inducing beats, cologne that smells like you are present in a car during the Summer while teenagers are fornicating to LFO, and clothes that are described on a scale of slightly, to moderately, to completely destroyed. I  hate to brag, but I can fit into a large at A&F, but I don’t like paying for someone to rip my pants. And back when I could fit into a medium at A&F (1999ish), I didn’t do it, because I was an Old Navy Girl growing up. And by “Old Navy Girl” I mean poor.

What we as a society should really be outraged about it that Lane Bryant is neglecting skinny chicks!!! Get angry, skinny bitches!!!!  Get real angry!

When I met you I said my name is Keiffa, you look like the girl from Abercrombie & Fitch.

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Moms Are Full Of Shit (sometimes)

8 May

Don’t get offended about the title to this blog, moms. Get offended about everything else I’m about to say instead. When I say moms are full of shit, I just mean they are full of shit when you are in elementary through high school and they tell you that things will blow over in time. No moms, things won’t blow over. Because guess what? I am 26 years old and I still remember the kid who ate boogers in the first grade (as well as the one who ate them in the 2nd-5th grade and his nickname was Shnots), the boy and girl who got lice in 4th grade (the boy got excited because he was pumped to go home, but I think he was just trying to save face), the boy who ate glue (he was the same boy who ate boogers from 2nd-5th grade and he would just take the cap off the Elmer’s and chug like a freshman pledging into a fraternity), the girl who ruined the Spring concert because she left milk in her locker until it spoiled and made the entire hallway at Beechwood Knoll smell like a 3 day old corpse (I was actually friends with this girl back then and still am. I like to remind her that I still remember by blogging about it), the boy who ate 25 plus fruit cups in the first grade then puked them up causing our teacher to hold an emergency class meeting to discuss proper nutrition, the kid who changed the lyrics to “I believe I can fly, I believe I’m a gay guy!” and almost got suspended in 4th grade, the class tattle tale (“no one likes a fink!”, my dad used to say), the boy whose eyebrows got singed off when cooking SpaghettiOs, the kid who took a shit in the neighbor’s backyard (true story – a boy in my neighborhood dropped a dook right behind my neighbor’s playhouse then acted like nothing happened), the girl who got punched in the face (me), and finally: the girl who got hit by a car outside McDonald’s after the semi dance in 11th grade and got road rash all over her body (that was me – ask Palumbo, he was there).

I’m 26 and I remember the nose pickers, the lice enthusiasts, the glue chuggers, and the fruit cups boy over a decade later. College doesn’t define us. The time we farted during music class in 1993 defines us. I’m 26 and people still run into me and say “Hey, didn’t you get hit by a car outside McDonald’s?” and “Hey, didn’t you get punched in the face?”. So moms, you can bullshit all you want to make us feel better when we are young and  puke in the middle of Show and Tell and the janitor puts saw dust all over our desk, but just know that you are full of shit. We remember. Just yesterday a friend of mine since first grade texted me to say she had seen someone we had gone to school with on the train and we both texted eachother at the same time “Remember the time he had lice and was excited?”.

Your concern is endearing moms, but we remember. lice

Awkwardness Follows Me.

7 May

This past Saturday was my cousin’s wedding. Being a caffeine addict, and nothing to do with the fact that I had stayed up til 4am while hosting a game night at my place (it was a real rousing game of Cards Against Humanity), I had to stop for some sugar free Red Bull before hitting the road to the venue. The closet store to me is Walgreen’s on Adams Street, so I ran in there real quick all decked out in wedding gear, tripping because I suck at walking in heels no matter how many times I wear them…

I grabbed myself some new eyeliner and the Red Bull, then got in line and called my sister to find out if she had left yet and what she was wearing. My sister was driving my father, and being the prankster he is, was chiming in in the background, answering my girly questions. My phone’s volume was all the way up so I when I asked what my sister was wearing, I could hear my father in the background screaming “NYLONS! I’M WEARING NYLONS, AND YOU?!”. I’m used to this, so I just said “Shhhh!” a few times as the cashier rung up my stuff, asked my sister again about the heels, my dad screamed “nylons!” once more, then, growing annoyed because I couldn’t even hear my sister over my father I said “Alright! Bye dad!!!!!” and threw my phone in my bag. I looked up and it dawned on me that the cashier, who was stifling a laugh, had thought I was talking to my father the entire time. Upon realizing that she thought my father was a cross dresser in front of a now decent sized line that had grown and was staring at me while I was being rung up, I started to attempt to explain that I was talking to my sister, and not my father. She interrupted to ask if I had a rewards card. Not having my card on me, I gave her my phone number, and she punched it in to get me a discount, still laughing and shaking her head. When my name popped up and I had given up trying to explain, she asks “You’re Molly McKenna?” to confirm the correct store card was in the system. I nodded, and immediately someone popped out of the line and goes “Are you Because Molly Said So?!”. I said “Yes! What’s your name?”, she replied that her name was Joanne and she reads my blog. I thanked her and walked out of the store, frazzled.

So Joanne, if you’re out there reading this, I need you to know that my dad is not a cross dresser!

That is all.

 

What’s Going On?!

3 May

First young girls defend Chris Brown after beating the absolute shit out of Rihanna:

cbcb2cb3And now this…

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I was really torn about whether I should post that video or not, because obviously this girl just wants hits on her Youtube channel, but I think it’s important that we see what is going on right now. Society has a serious problem on it’s hands. Either young girls REALLY have internalized this kind of behavior as acceptable, or young girls don’t understand that what they the post on the internet is there forever. OR, a likely scenario is that it’s both. And it’s no longer just young girls defending celebrities who beat their girlfriends because “she provoked it”. It’s now young girls defending murderers – not just any murderers, terrorists- because they are “hot”. I actually was so disturbed by this video that I commented on it without bashing her, because bashing her would be counterproductive…and I assume she’s MUCH younger than me based on her naivety alone. First comment on Youtube I’ve ever posted, and I wasn’t expecting a response because at this point the video had gone viral. Surprisingly, she replied to me:

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And after about 100 people commenting that she could be putting her future/career at risk by posting this video, her response was:

bb4In between horrified reactions were the few girls and guys chiming in to defend her that suspect #2 is indeed hot. I think we’ve all heard of those women who fall in love with criminals, and write to them while they are in prison. I’ve always kind of brushed this off as extremely poor self esteem. But for girls who are in their early-late teens to be posting videos for the entire world to see, I don’t know how we got here. The shitty TV we watch can’t be the only factor here. I watch shitty TV shows and I think this is disgusting. Maybe it’s always been here, we just didn’t have the internet as a platform for those who express these beliefs to shout them out. I mean, we all know that their are these crazies in the world who think like this. I guess the world we live in now just let’s these people showcase their sympathy for the devil. Having empathy is one thing. But why have empathy for someone who has no regard for human life? Who thinks it’s okay to murder an 8 year old who is innocently watching a marathon with his family? Why not express empathy towards the 8 year old and his family and for the hundreds of other victims and their families? And when did it become common for anyone to upload videos about how good looking a killer is? Because this girl isn’t the only one posting these videos. It’s not cute, it’s not funny, it’s disgusting. And it’s depressing that not everyone sees it that way.

I know it’s not good to focus on the bad that comes out of something that is already so horrible, but I just felt like I’d feel a little better if I ranted. End rant.

Selfies

2 May

Selfies: the virtual way to let your internet acquaintances know how into yourself and how corny you are. There is nothing wrong with taking a selfie every now and  then. Sometimes if I get a haircut that I like, or if I’m three sheets to the wind, or I need a new Because Molly Said So profile picture, I will take a selfie. But what makes me el oh el is when people take selfies then say something of no relevance to the selfie under the selfie. Like, there is a picture of them in a blazer and they’re all “Do what you love!!!“. Okay, so you are passionate about the blazer you picked up at H&M for $34.99? I hear you, girl! Or like, sometimes there is a totally random quote underneath the selfie that is supposed to be inspirational or something. Like, a picture of a girl looking lost in thought, with a caption that reads “And she vowed to never look back!”. Like, what the FUCK are you even talking about?! No, really though. Stop it. The second hand embarrassment is burning my cheeks!

The  funniest selfies are when girls take a picture of a low cut t-shirt they are wearing (usually a sports themed shirt), their boobs being the only thing visible, and they make some comment like “Go Bruins!“. Ahh, this selfie has NOTHING to do with the Bruins. Name one fucking thing that happens during the game, then tell me you are just showing off your support by purchasing memorabilia. This selfie has to do with you wanting to show off that your t-shirt is a showcase for your breasts. The sole purpose of this selfie was to show off you boobs, and that’s all. There is nothing wrong with this, I don’t judge. Upload the shit out of your cleavage until you have no more memory in your phone and you’ve offended your entire family. I just wish these chicks would stop the facade and hashtag #myboobs instead of pretending the selfie was about whatever stupid shirt they have on.

Sometimes the quote underneath a selfie is a country song lyric. A picture of a girl standing in front of her bathroom sink in flannel and the quote is like “Oh nothing’s sweeter than summer time, and American honey“.  Um, you’re uploading selfies, talking about summer time or some shit, and you’re wearing fucking flannel indoors in a bathroom. And the positions these girls put themselves in just to get the right angle. Positions that no human would ever attempt unless they are seeking total discomfort, paralysis…or the perfect selfie. Like, doesn’t your spine hurt from all that twisting to get your ass in the shot? Then they pucker their lips out, but just a little bit so they look natural and not like full on duck lips. The rest of their face is all serious and forlorn looking, as though they are thinking of something much deeper than concentrating on taking the perfect selfie. Filter is set to Kelvin. You look like you are taking a shit. Nice excuse for a selfie, you self absorbed weirdo. But let’s just cut the shit and call a spade a spade and a selfie a selfie!

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#90sGirlProblems

30 Apr

So I was babysitting this weekend and watched Rugrats at the ass crack of dawn because the rugrat I was babysitting is really into it right now. At first I felt nostalgic and wanted to go to Icecream Mountain (and by “go to Icecream Mountain” I mean drop acid and eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s). Then I felt psychotic because Stu Pickles’s pants were so flooded that I had to physically leave the room.

stuIt was almost as bad as that time Doug Funnie wore a three quarter length shirt under his sweater vest. This time period has a direct correlation with me having my first drink.

dougI mean, does caring about the poor fashion choices of 90′s cartoons make me a bitch? Could my name really be…Ashley?

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Girl Code 101

29 Apr

I’m all for that girl power shit, but some girls are dogs. Whatever happened to girl power and that talk of if you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends? Did that die out in the 90′s or did it just never exist? Guys have their own code that they brag about all the time, bros before hoes and shit. But girls don’t seem to follow suit, even siding with other guys sometimes. Some girls either don’t know girl code or they just don’t care to follow it, and honestly, I’m sick of seeing girls dog each other. So ladies, let’s stop being gross and start treating each other the way that we like to be treated. This should put an end to slut-shaming once and for all!!!!!!

Here’s is a girl code refresher course:

Don’t mack on a sistah’s man. Sharing is caring but not when it comes to bodily fluids and STD’s!!!! What a perfect world this would be if every time another girl’s boyfriend flirted with us, rather than flirt back, we told Romeo to LAY THE FUCK OFF!!!! And if you are the girl trying to flirt with a dude you know is hooked up, then maybe you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself because it’s never a good look, and never will be! I mean, you might as well be trying on another woman’s underwear when you are trying to get with her man, and that’s gross. If you feel like you don’t get enough attention from a special someone, then get a cat. They are similar to men in that they have ears but don’t give a fuck what you’re saying, so why risk hurting someone? Truth is, every girl has been that girl who has gotten cheated on and it’s not fun. If you didn’t like it when it happened to you, then don’t do it to someone else. Hint: if you don’t know he’s got a girlfriend, take a look at his claddagh ring. If he doesn’t have a claddagh ring, then a quick social media search will do the trick. The stalking technology is out there for us, only a click away. Utilize that shit. Stalking is one of our strongest instincts, ladies! Be stealth!

Be a solid wing-woman. Girls need them, too! When your single friend needs a little help meeting guys, be the wing-woman you would want for yourself. That means: don’t sulk the entire time, talk her up (not down!), take one for the team, don’t tell the story about the time she shit herself on Thanksgiving morning, and know when to bail.

Stop with the “But we aren’t friends, I don’t owe her anything” shit: Often times when a girl wrongs another girl, her excuse is “Well, I’m not friends with that girl so I don’t care because I don’t owe her shit”.  Well, you should care, because whether or not you know “that girl” doesn’t take away from the character that you are building for yourself. And what’s the the talk of not owing anyone anything? I don’t owe anyone money right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to rip apart their home life. If you want to be known as the scumbag who does shitty things to other females because you don’t ow anyone anything, then that’s your prerogative. Just know that Tupac is shaking his head from the heavens.

Be honest: If you were walking around in some ridiculous new fashion trend and you looked like a total dope, wouldn’t you want to know? The answer, unless you’re a hipster douchebag, is YES, you would. We don’t always want our boyfriends to tell us when we aren’t looking our best (for example, I got a shirt that I really liked, and Ryan told me that I look like Mortal Kombat in it the first time I wore it, so I cannot wear that shirt anymore and that makes me think he thinks I look like Mortal Kombat all the time now. If my girlfriend had said it, I would have just told her to shut up and get out of the 90′s, then change my shirt). We need our girlfriends to (nicely) tell us the truth, even when we look like Mortal Kombat, because it hurts our feelings less than when our boyfriends break the news.

Look out for your girls: If you see that she’s hammered at the end of the night, make sure she got home alright. A dead friend is a friend that is not alive, and we want to hang out with real, live friends.

Stop hating on another female’s success: If a girl we know (or don’t know!) is doing well for herself, how about we take it as an accomplishment for women, instead or bashing her for being successful out of some fit of jealousy? Nothing wrong with working hard to achieve a goal, so why hate on it? And nothing wrong with a little healthy competition, but how about using it as a constructive tool to better ourselves and uplift one another. Corny? Yes! But so are your Maya Angelou quote Facebook statuses, so why not go balls to the wall? Or you know what? If we are going to hate on someone else’s success, let’s at LEAST  own it! Be like “EW SHE BOUGHT A HOUSE BECAUSE SHE WORKED HARD TO GET A GOOD JOB AND CAN AFFORD IT?! I AM SO JEALOUS!!! MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE A CUE FROM THIS BITCH AND GET A GOOD JOB SO I TOO CAN BUY A HOUSE!!!!”. This way, we know we are being ridiculous, but we are also vowing to work on ourselves so we aren’t jealous psychos who talk shit about innocent bystanders anymore.

Stop calling dibs on men: I hate this shit. If a girl hits it off with a guy, then as far as girl code is concerned, she has staked her claim. None of this “dibs” shit. This isn’t child’s play! We aren’t calling shotgun here, we are distributing men as pets and men are humans too!!! The girl who hits it off is the winning bidder, not the girl who calls “dibs!” when she sees an attractive man.

(wo)Man the fuck up!: If you’re pissed at your friend, stop talking about it behind her back to all your mutual friends and tell her! Go directly to the source to solve the problem. Start with “hey, you know I didn’t like that shit you did when blah blah blah” then go from there.  Actions speak louder than words. Don’t be a twat.

Be a therapist: Remember that time you got dumped? Yeah, that sucked. If your girl gets dumped, BE THERE FOR HER. Plan a girl’s night without your boyfriend lingering around like a weirdo who goes to girl’s night and do something to get her mind off her dumbass ex boyfriend.

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GIRL POWER! Now that you’ve read this, I can guarantee that you will never have to subject yourself to that whack new show on Mtv called Girl Code. Yay?

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