Thanks for Nothing “13 Reasons Why”

**Warning: Plot Spoilers Included**

I want to make it clear that I realize what this show is: a young adult novel turned into an underfunded (I base this on the ridiculous “special effects” makeup), over-sensationalize teenage drama that has been pushed out on the content generating buzzsaw that is Netflix. And while that doesn’t excuse its poor plot structure, wasted minutes of teenagers staring at each other, and overall terrible portrayal of bullying, teen angst, and sexual assault, it does at least place a rose colored, 16 year-old mindset filter on the presentation of the show. But, where Big Little Lies got mostly everything right about its depiction of both the after effects and consequences of sexual assault and the devastation of an abusive relationship, 13 Reasons Why exploits the epidemic of teen suicide and the horrific treatment of women who suffer through assault. It turns what is a serious and ongoing problem on high school and college campuses into a caricature.

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An Ode to Tony Romo: the NFL’s Tragic Hero


Tony Romo announced his retirement today, and I will miss the tragic hero of the ongoing saga that is the National Football League.

I won’t remember him for the fumbled snap (I think most fans probably don’t even remember that moment anymore), or for the trip to Cabo that doomed an entire franchise, or the over told story from Andrew Brandt about how after the draft someone in the Packers front office asked if anyone wanted to take a flyer on a local kid, and everyone said no. Nope, what I’ll remember is sitting in my living room week 5 of the 2013 season, watching him go blow for blow with Peyton Manning as the Cowboys battled the Broncos.

It was a late afternoon game, and it’s one of the few times in recent history that I can remember turning away from the RedZone to watch an actual game in real time. With bated breath, I, and America, watched as Tony carved up the Bronco’s defense making precision play after precision play, demonstrating the skill and talent that his stats support and what kept him and the Cowboys in the national conversation as contenders during his tenure. And then, as always befalls the cursed hero of Greek tragedies or the works of Shakespeare, the gamed ended exactly how every viewer, fan in attendance, Phil and Jim, the entire Cowboys organization and every member of the Broncos defense,  all knew it would…a soul crushing interception.

Like Brett Favre, but without the Super Bowl victory, MVP’s or protection of the community owned Packers, Romo would capture your heart, and break it moments later. Truthfully, his interceptions weren’t as frequent as his legend makes it out to be, but that’s how we’ll all remember him – snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

What will go overlooked, and what Tony Romo will never get credit for, is what he did for the Cowboys. Without Romo, the Cowboys would be the Jets of the NFC. If you think they wouldn’t be the constant topic of conversation in the media, you must be new here. The Cowboys would have been a clown car, on fire, in a dumpster. A never ending soap opera of “this is the one” quarterback’s, riding the pendulum of “players coaches” (you think Rob Ryan’s stint as DC was fun? Bring on Head Coach Rex!) and hardline, no-nonsense x’s and o’s FOOTBAWL men. It’s easy to rewrite history now that they have Dak and Zeek and appear to have their proverbial s**t together, but it wasn’t long ago that Jerry Jones was being held captive in a closet to prevent him from drafting Johnny Manziel.

Tony Romo provided a sense of calm for the Cowboys. He was the yin, to Jones yang. The water to his fire. He handled the scrutiny of being the Cowboys QB (whatever that means) with class, you rarely heard him step out of line. He dealt with T.O. (“that’s my Quarterback “, he was told he would never win a Super Bowl because he wore his hat backwards (insert picture of Rodgers, Roethlisberger, and the patron saint of QB’s Brady wearing backwards hats at Super Bowl media day), he was the original “be a quarterback that’s a celebrity, not a celebrity that’s a quarterback”, and the “he just doesn’t get it” guy. And yet he never held out, he always showed up, he had God only knows how much Toradol shot into his back and his collar bone and his knees and who knows what else, and he held the clipboard and didn’t get caught secreting smiling when Rodgers completed that pass to Cook in the NFC Championship Game to end the Cowboys seasons last year. Perhaps it was in that moment that he knew he would retire as he realized the conversation in the morning would not be “Did Tony lose the game because he spiked the ball/threw the pick/missed the throw/looked to the right/looked to the left/didn’t talk loud enough/didn’t talk quiet enough/insert other insane HOT TAKE you want here”.

Tony Romo retiring leaves a void in the NFL cast. Gone is the perpetual scapegoat, gone is the all-American should be great, but just can’t get there QB. Gone is the person you secretly root for, and who when you say their name, everyone has a clear image of a man slumped over,  pick thrown, back literally broken as he hobbles to the line of scrimmage for one last play; tragically always so close, and not blessed enough to get the big one.

So with that, goodbye Tony. Enjoy your golfing, and your kids, and your life post-football. I wish you the best as you enter the broadcast booth.

Farewell sweet prince – it’s been a wild ride on the Romo-coaster.

Affirmation Cookies

My freshman year of college was…difficult. I had a roommate situation that sitcoms are created out of, my long distance boyfriend turned out to be more long distance than boyfriend, our family dog died, my grandfather died, and my parents divorced. And all this happened while trying to navigate a university setting that I knew was wrong an hour into my indoctrination. At 19 I didn’t know what I was doing, what I wanted to do, or where I wanted to be – I just knew I needed to change something. I made some life-altering decisions, and in looking for affirmation that the road I was choosing was the correct one, I latched onto a fortune from a cheap Chinese food restaurant that read “Your present plan is going to succeed”.

10 years later I still have that fortune, and I’m still holding out hope for that success.

via Daily Prompt: Fortune

Water, Water Everywhere….

Today is World Water Day. I wanted to take this opportunity to write about a cause that is incredibly important to me…and should be to you too. Currently more that 663 million people around the world do not have access to clean water. What does this mean? Well, it means that there are men, women, and children who are drinking, bathing, and using filthy, disease ridden, disgusting water on a daily basis for basic human functions. What’s worse, is that many women and children spend up to 8 hours a day, walking thousands of miles a day, to obtain this water. This takes time away from working, going to school, and just generally enjoying their life.

The saddest part of the water crisis, is that it is so easily preventable. It costs roughly $30 to give someone clean water, and $10,000 to build a well in a community that can provide an entire community with access for years.

I learned about the water crisis while listening to a podcast (I highly recommend hearing Scott’s story) and it’s been a part of my life ever since. This past year, I donated my 30th birthday to charity.water and raised $1210…it’s just a drop in the bucket, but it will provide 40 people with clean water, which is far better than anything else I could have asked for.

For more information about the water crisis you can watch charity:water’s video (below) about their quest to end the water crisis, and you can donate here.


When people think about water charities, they typically think of charity:water, so if you would rather show some love to a different organization, here’s a list of a few great ones:

Water Boys

Thirst Project

The Water Project

And if you’re asking yourself, “Sure other people don’t have access to water around the world, but what about Flint?”, here are a few ways to secure our own oxygen mask, before we assist someone else:

The Flint Water Fund

Flint Children Health and Development Fund

Do something nice for someone else today…it’ll make you feel better!


Puppy Love

My dog has a girlfriend. Her name is Rosie and she’s some type of small white Shitzhu mix, but it’s hard to tell because she’s constantly the color of dust. She’s very sweet and comes over from time to time because her parents, my neighbors, aren’t exactly winning Pet Owners of Year. Last night she pulled the ultimate teenager move and snuck out at 10pm to see him. 

I like Rosie a lot – she’s very sweet. I can tell that Watson really cares about her, or as much as his post-fixed male doggy brain can. He gets excited when she’s outside, loves to chase her around our backyard, and they go on short exploratory outings throughout our neighborhood together. They seem very happy, but it’s too early to tell if it’s meant for the long run. 

My dog has a girlfriend, and I’m jealous…of my dog. 

Jobs in the City

Today I had an interview for an entry level sales position (I’m neither entry level or in sales) with a gourmet candy company that I don’t even remember applying for. Actually, that’s a lie…I do remember. I did it in a manic moment of searching LinkedIn and sending in an application to anything that didn’t require a cover letter and had the “Quick Apply” option. Similar to the rebound stage after the end of a relationship, I was looking for quick and easy, and the fleeting good feeling that comes in the moment of the hook-up to make you forget the pain from the rejection. None of the jobs I applied for are going to be “the one”, I knew that when I hit submit, but I wanted to have something out there that could maybe turn into something….that hit of endorphins that the fantasy of being together gives you.

Yesterday I watched The Bachelor season finale, and I found myself relating to Raven’s heartbreak not because of my failed relationships, but because of my failed job applications. At 30, I have been rejected by more potential employers, than men….

As a cathartic exercise, I decided to relive the most ridiculous moments in hunting for a new job: