Here at For A Bad Time, Call… , we want to provide a space for anger, big and small. Important and petty. Petty and irrational.
Sometimes we need a good friend to talk us off the ledge. And sometimes we want to go deeper into our irrationalities, splash around for a bit, and then continue to be productive members of society.
It is with this disclaimer that I, a literal nobody, ask you, WHY WASN’T I INVITED TO THE GLAMOUR WOMEN OF THE YEAR AWARDS?
I would like to request a formal apology from Glamour Women of the Year Awards for the following reasons:
It took place in New York City. I was a mere 45 minutes away.
I have been known to clean up quite well. Sometimes a Good+!
Regarding The Glamour Women of the Year Awards being a space for important projects/ladies that amplify other women: look, I’m WORKING on it. Would some early acknowledgement hurt?
SOME men *COUGH* seem to get mad about everything not being their birth right. I am granting myself that delightful pleasure in this rant.
This irrational anger comes from a deeply selfish “But, I waaaaaaant it” place. It should be very very sparingly indulged, lest we become lazy and forget to earn our keep, work harder, and push further.
You have my email. Your move, Glamour.