Welcome to Basic & Bothered.
I live where the architecture is historic, Karl makes his morning daily visits, and the expectations are as steep as the sidewalks. Oof the hills. By day, I’m navigating the ‘can’t stop, won’t stop’ velocity of the tech world. Then 5PM rolls around and I’m trying to meet the expectations of the mom who has all the money, energy and time in the world to keep up with all things kids.
Why I’m Basic
I’ve reached a point of radical self-acceptance: I am an average white woman who finds genuine, deep-seated joy in the starter pack of my demographic.
- I believe a glass of bubbles can solve roughly 75% of internal conflicts.
- I love my book clubs and have read one too many psychological thrillers where the woman gets revenge.
- And in fully transparency, I am committed to the quiet, clinical art of “maintenance”. Looking forever 35 isn’t so much a choice as much as it is an employment strategy. (This is also why I’m bothered)
Why I’m Bothered
The Bothered part is where my internal wiring kicks in. Most people are content to stand back and let the chaos of daily life wash over them. I, however, am cursed with the inability to ignore the BS.
I’ve always looked at the world from a bit of a distance and perhaps a bit judgmentally. I’m like a social scientist who just happens to be wearing a very expensive sun hat. I see the cracks in the facade, I take notes, and then I come here to vent about it.
This blog is a digital exhale for the over-functioning and the highly observant. It’s for the moms who appreciate a data-driven spreadsheet and a vintage bottle of wine. Its also for any of you who are tired of being the only ones who notice the emperor has no clothes (and no strategy).
The view from the hills is better when you have someone to roll your eyes with. Stay a while. The BS is constant, but at least the wine is good.