I Only Wear Heels When

My Grandmother Lives On A Farm. And Growing Up, I Assumed That The Animals That I Was Eating And The Animals That I Was Wearing All Came From Farms Like My Grandmother's. They All Had Names, They Were All Smothered With Love, And They All Lived To Be Very Old.

I Know Now That There Are Men Out There Who Are, For Me, The Whole Package, Who Are Supportive Of My Successes Because They Know I Will Be Just As Supportive Of Theirs. I'm Less Tolerant Of Foolishness Now; I Know That It's Important I Not Tie Myself Up With The Wrong Person, Because Then I Will Miss The Right Person Coming Along.

Unfortunately, As Obsessed As I Am With All Of Those Grimm's Slash Disney Princesses, I Do Think Women Have Evolved Socially In So Many Ways.

One Time I Had Too Many Heinekens And I Googled Myself And Realized That That Was A Very, Very Bad Combination. One Should Not Google Oneself. My Mother Lets Me Know When I'm Being Followed By Paparazzi. She's Like, "there's A Man Who Is Outside Your House, Ginny, And You Need To Be Logging Onto This Website To See If You Can Find A Pattern In When He Follows You." But Otherwise, I Can't Find Any Good Reason To Read My Own Press.

No Matter How Much Love Is There, These Aren't Two People Who Are Actually Good For Each Other. They Don't Help Each Other Grow. They Stifle Each Other's Growth.