For All You May Complain About Me, I’m Not Taylor Cotter

I’m not Taylor Cotter. And I am grateful I am not Taylor Cotter. I am, in fact, thrilled I am not this person.

Why? Because she’s whining that she’s “too well-off” at 22. You kind of know you’re in trouble when she opens with the fact that she lists “Carrie Bradshaw” as an inspiration to be a writer. Not, you know, someone like Harper Lee or Virginia Woolf. Or at least someone who’s real and not a TV character, like Candace Bushnell who invented Carrie Bradshaw. I know she’s trying to be cute, but…ugh.

The break I’ll give her is that she’s 22 and I was pretty stupid when I was 22. I’m still kind of stupid about some things. And I think someone should give her a gentle nudge and assure her that as she is 22, she still has plenty of time to screw up her life with terrible decisions until she’s completely devastated and has to reinvent herself. If she’s lucky, she’ll get to do it multiple times!

So if you haven’t read it, soak in it and enjoy:

Hat tip to The Clone for sending a link to the Gawker article about this person via Twitter DM earlier tonight. As I caught up on Breaking Bad (they’re re-running Season 4, the only season I can’t stream and I want to catch up before the Season 5 premiere on Sunday because it’s an incredible show) I thought about this link.

So, she scores one for being provocative, at the very least. But not the good kind of provocative. The kind that makes American Indians cry on the side of a highway.


5 thoughts on “For All You May Complain About Me, I’m Not Taylor Cotter

  1. Oh come on. She’s YOUNG. As you point out, we’re all pretty silly at that age still. And while she stated it poorly, what she’s really struggling with is growing up. Growing up sucks in some ways, and at that age, it’s a dream that becomes a reality that is not all Disney movies promised… even if you get what the movies promised.

  2. She’s young. She’s old. when are people ever going to be the exact right age to take personal responsibly for the asinine crap they say/write. What she wrote, no matter what age is just whining and should not be tolerated. I know in Kesselvania (shameless plug…) writing this would be punishable to the fullest extent of the law.
    On the plus side, from everyone else’s perspective, she can still look forward to the character-building experience of having something she wrote widely ridiculed on the internet.

  3. Interesting. I am not at all offended by the Carrie Bradshaw reference. She admitted that it was her younger inspiration, and, hey, who among us hasn’t identified with a fictional character? Silly, but many cultural touchstones are.

    (However, I am totally offended that she believes that she shares this association with “most female journalists”. She might want to send a personal note of apology to Gina Kolata and Laurie McGinley for that one).

    I’m more annoyed by the prototypical milleneal generation crap, and this common (and embarrassing) belief that she has enough perspective at 22 to write anything for a Quarter Life Crisis series.

    (BTW, lest anyone believe that the quarter life crisis is b.s., I’d be glad to share my personal experience. I am not a crybaby, but as someone who had high goals and high standards in his 20’s, there was little more soul-crushing than the mixture of personal insolvency, poor health, bad luck, corporate incompetence and limited career options, I really would gladly trade my 29th year with this young lady any time).

    To lament that living at home and working a part time job “are just some of the life-changing, character-building experiences that I may never have” kind of illustrates how out of touch she is with her struggling contemporaries. Perhaps what she really wants are a couple of days off from the madness of rolling deadlines in the era of digital journalism. I would have respected that perspective a lot more.

  4. Actually, the more I read this, the more I wished she’d written something more about the alienation of having relative success right out of school. Something to the point of having money but not having time, at a time when all of your friends have time but no money. About having your own place, but never being able to host your friends because you’re always working late or traveling for work. About not having anyone in the office your age, or not being able to talk to your friends about your pressures without their resenting your success. (And also about silently resenting your friends who don’t have to pull 11 hour days). About valuing your opportunities but not having as much in common with your closest friends. These things are universal, and, frankly, that article would have given me quite the bite of nostalgia.

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