I write about myself and movies and whatever I feel like. I turned my vlog, Tuesdays with Tish, into a weekly personal essay. I write about movies and tv that make an impression. I’ve written for BUST magazine and Hello Giggles.
I’ve never had a Five Year Plan. I like plans and knowing what’s going to happen but I’ve also always lived like Rory Gilmore saying “Five year plan? Wow. I’ve got about the next two hours planned and then there’s just darkness. And possibly some dragons.”
Which brings me to… dating apps. Ugh. Groan. Fart noise. Everyone looks so boring! I know I’m picky. Very picky. Especially with men. But I don’t see the point in spending time talking to, or god forbid going out on a date with, someone I’m not TOTALLY STOKED about!
The thing about me and public speaking is… Anxiety? Stage fright? I don’t know what to call it, I mean, I definitely have anxiety in general, but I actually look forward to opportunities to speak in front of people (hello, self-centered attention-seeker).
If this were a video essay, I would just stand in front of the camera and SCREAM for nine and a half hours. Because that is how much time I spent watching all four A Star is Born movies last weekend and that is how they made me feel by the end.
The question here is; why did I care about having a boyfriend when I was only nine years old? I didn’t like boys. I didn’t want to kiss them. Or anyone. Why did I think having a boyfriend was such an important thing that I should do? Answer: heteronormativity.
But I love being busy. I like gettin’ shit done. I like feeling accomplishment. I like the approval from the people for whom I am getting work done. I like have a purpose moment to moment. I like crossing off a to-do list. Feels good. Overwhelming sometimes, but then I get organized and delegate and prioritize and feel better.
’Tis the season to be sad, I tell myself, it’s not just me. Debatable. Yes, lack of sunlight and the cold and the snow affects my overall mental state. But I’ve also got my own shit dragging me down, so it’s just compounded, I guess.
I didn't know what to write today. Yes, today, the day I need to have this done. Because I am a procrastinator and it would just be too easy for me to take time on the weekend to write. Nothing on my mind today (that I'm ready to write about) so, here's a story.
I rarely look at my Facebook feed these days. No one posts anything I care to see, frankly. Certainly not those terribly made quote-over-image things from pages like "Things Only Moms Get". But the other day I saw one I liked because the painting had Little Red Riding Hood vibes and the quote was surprisingly relevant and timely to me.
One thing that has become clear about my taste in movies, as I've been excessively talking about movies for In the Movies... for over a year now, is that I am all about the visuals. I described my favorite movies for my birthday episode of the podcast in terms of what they look like and I love to rewatch movies that I know have sub-par stories but are just so pretty. So, you can only imagine my excitement when the trailers, ads, and marketing for The Huntsman: Winter's War started to appear in my Internet realm.
I've always felt an innate kinship to witches. I like to think it's because I was born on Halloween. I'm sure the deeper psychological reason is because witches are powerful women. I always hoped I would wake up one day with magic powers and I would finally be as unique and special and capable as I felt inside.