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: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/taylor-cotter/struggling-yet-not-struggling_b_1661698.html
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.