J. Crew shorts // Paige Denim shirt // Lacoste sneakers // Spektre sunglasses
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about chances in life and crotch grabs – well, in particular the reverse crotch grab. I should qualify this. On my dog walk the other day, when I see most of this shit go down, a couple was walking down the street and the guy slipped his hand down his girl’s butt to cup the in between area. I mean, firstly, it’s sort of like taking the scenic route to your final destination. And secondly, the innocent bystanders behind you fall privy to your coup because no woman in their right mind ever expects the reverse crotch grab. And yet sometimes on occasion, there it is.
So, if you’re on the giving end of the reverse crotch grab, I’m going to make an assumption (and make a proverbial ass out of you and me, which is better than the ass Mr. Reverse Crotch Grab made out of himself) anyways, my assumption is that you’ve spent some quality time thinking about chances. Taking chances in life is always a topic on my mind and how many chances do we get, really, to change the course of our lives? Not that a crotch grab will change the course of your life but it’s certainly changing a course to something. And there’s no better time than the present.
Ever feel like you’re running out of time? This could be in an existential context like when we think “Oh, I’m already thirty years old and haven’t accomplished all the things I thought I would by now,” followed by, “I’m dying.” To something as minuscule as “Oh, we’re almost at the restaurant I’ve got only another block or so to make my move.” No matter the magnitude, the idea of running out of time is extremely pervasive. But is it a real or perceived feeling?
Like, for example, how long do we really have to land our dream job? How many chances do we get? If you fail your GMAT this time around, is it game over?
Society says we should have our shit together by the time we turn thirty. Biology says we should have babies by the time we turn thirty. And if you don’t have either of the above you better have a damn good reason lined up in case someone asks you about it at a dinner party. The truth is, the person asking might not have their shit together either.
The truth is most of us don’t.
Because the idea of having your shit together is also in the eyes of the beholder (and so is the reverse crotch grab, as I personally experienced). Even if on paper it looks like we’ve got our shit together, we’re never personally satisfied and feel like we are running out of time. And even though to an onlooker the reverse crotch grab looks rather gnarly, it may just be a sweet nothing between two lovers.
I’m not sure if today’s post was a failed attempt at arguing a tenuous connection between chances and the crotch grab. The truth is, I wanted to talk about both and couldn’t pick one over the other. So there you have it. Take all the chances you get, even the reverse crotch grabs. #YOLO
Your blog is so attractive that I can’t wait for your new posts.
thanks so much, Brian! I hope you enjoy the next one :) xo J
Genuinely enjoy your writing. Your fashion and photos is why I originally began following, but now feels like a sweet little treat after an enjoyable read.
omgosh! that is so sweet of you to say. thanks so much for reading and dropping a note. xo
Wow, I really love your outfit! :D
Do you wear these sneakers without socks?
Thanks! Yup! All the time. I hate wearing socks with sneakers :)
Perhaps I should get my cats on a leash and take them for a walk… >__<
Xo, Nathalie
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Taylor Swift and Gigi do it… why not! haha
Taylor Swift and Gigi do it! …. Why not? haha
Last year I began paring down the zillion blogs I was following as they gradually soared into completely unrelatable territory and made me feel worse and worse about myself instead of, as I assume most entertainment is supposed to, making me feel better… and I’m honestly doing okay in life! But your blog… your blog is truly the only one I read anymore. For the fashion, yes, but much more for the commentary, the honesty, and the hilarity. This post perfectly sums that trifecta up.
Hey Alexa,
THIS IS THE NICEST THINGS ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME. Seriously. You brightened up my day. I know what you mean, I’ve stopped following a lot of bloggers I used to admire because truth be told, I have no idea what it feels like to be flown first class to Palm Springs to watch a LV Cruise show front row. I’ve decided that being happy with yourself is most important and I’m glad I can make you feel great after reading my blog – or at least, not alone in this crazy world. Thanks for reading :) xoxo J