Relax, Relate, Release: What Whitley Gilbert Taught This Social Media Minion
Today’s emoticon: Chillin…
I’d love to claim that I’m completely right-brain functioning – you know, one of those dreamy artists living in this laid back, hippie world. I’m not. I analyze everything.
Everything.
This whole era of social media doesn’t help, either. Between Twitter, Facebook and Skype, I get physically sick to my stomach being inundated with the opinions of people with whom which I don’t have real relationships. Everyone is a virtual therapist, preacher, teacher, sexpert, life coach and motivational speaker. In reality, everyone is just narcissistic. Including myself at times. I think we’ve all fallen victim to this idea that in order to be living a successful life, you should be “on the clock” at all times. Daydreaming is a sin. Taking a break is grounds for castration. Dare I even utter the word sleep and one of @iamdiddy ‘s Twitter minions will surely come after me. Read more »
Why I Hate Kimmy…
My real name is Kimberly. So, why do I hate Kimmy? Kimmy is a concept. Growing up, and pretty much up until last year, I wouldn’t allow people to call me Kimmy because I felt like it didn’t represent my personality. Kimmy reminds me of pink marshmallows, fluffy clouds and a sugar-coated sense of normality. I thought, ‘How am I going to rebel against the norm with a nickname like Kimmy?’ Not having it. So, I named this blog “ihatekimmy” to kind of proclaim my dedication to all things original and different.
Then, I made my Twitter handle KimmyGotSoul, a play off of Dreamgirls’ “Jimmy Got Soul”…and everyone started calling me Kimmy. #fail I decided to just make “Kimmy” a rebel in her own right. Let’s get some things straight- Kimmy does not wear pink unless it’s scorching hot and used to accent black. Kimmy will pop the trunk on you if you get out of pocket. Kimmy will only allow you to use three consecutive “Kimmy’s” in public. Kimmy will not be abused. Kimmy will refer you to her pimp hand if your vocal inflection is too high when pronouncing “Kimmy”. Kimmy is not amused by your antics. Lastly, Kimmy is just a side chick. Kim is my main squeeze and Kimberly and I have a “business” relationship. Got it?
Enjoy reading! Oh, and Jesus rocks! He saved a wretch like Kimmy.
