october

A First Kiss

I wonder about people’s firsts. I found myself to always have the classic storybook opportunity, which would end up not happening and then I’d have the nothing-to-write-home-about first.

For example, my first kiss:

I had a crush on the same boy from kindergarden to 8th grade, and it only stopped then because I changed schools. We dated in kindergarden (I don’t remember how this started or what it consisted of), but the ending is one of my most vivid early memories. He was playing some sort of soldier/war game during recess and I gave him an ultimatum in front of all of his friends, if he didn’t play horses with me and my friends by the time I counted to whatever I was breaking up with him. I remember standing there and counting down and then breaking up with him in front of all of his friends, and then we sort of sat around the rest of recess being really sad and neither of us played. 26yr old Jenna realizes that I didn’t give him a choice at all with that one, but I was 5 or 6 and didn’t understand how these things worked. I just wanted him to chase me around with my friends.

Later we rekindled our relationship in 6th Grade after he and his secret longtime girlfriend broke up (that’s how we all found out they had even been together, exciting grade school gossip). My gift with words started at a young age, I handed him a piece of paper with “I like you. Do you like me? Circle yes or no”.  After some negative interfering from his best friend, I got the paper back with a yes circled. (I still have this by the way packed away with my kid stuff.) I then made him a brown and olive green friendship bracelet (manly colors). We had a very innocent romance all summer, I wanted to be kissed so bad, but it never happens (making awkward comments when I’m feeling awkward started at a young age too). We went to middle school and he started dating my best friend (I could cry at school dances with the best of them) and they definitely kissed, I think there was some at least 2nd base action too.

SO what was my first kiss? A spin the bottle game at a friend’s house in 8th grade with a boy I only liked as a friend, in front of all of my friends (they didn’t know, that would have been humiliating). He had very soft lips and neither of us wanted to kiss the other one. Later we also played 7 minutes in heaven and we talked about the weather. Sadly I had my first cigarette before I had my first kiss.

Anyone else willing to share a first kiss story (disappointment or otherwise?)

Friday Favorites

Current Favorites: Fossil Ring, Vermont Necklace, The Roots ft John Legend: The Fire

My Fossil Ring: I was unemployed for about five months last year (two of which I was traveling). I spent that December working at Macy’s in Fashion Jewelry. Stories about that experience another time… I was totally broke but basically selling my kriptonite (fun, cheap jewelry). I was good though, this was the only thing I bought after it went on sale. Today it rained and was grey and I’ve been sick all week so this brightened up my day. An example of something little that has been worthwhile for almost a year now.

My Vermont Necklace (I promise I’ll diversafy from jewelry).

I got this at the Renegade Craft Fair that took place this past July in San Francisco. One of the most fun events they have in the city. Really creative people from all over bringing their stuff. It’s also excellent people watching. I bought this because in the last year I’ve really begun to miss where I grew up. I like being able to wear this and keep it close to my heart. I also think the antique map with antique setting is really unique and nice to look at, it can pretty much go with anything so I can have it on whenever I’m feeling homesick. (This example is of Paris where one of my dear friends is for the next year). Check out: theweekendstore.com if you like this, they have other styled pieces as well.

The Roots ft John Legend: The Fire

This is one of those songs that I could listen to all day (and practically am at work since we’re using it for a campaign). There’s something beautiful about it, that I can’t describe. I dare you to listen to it (actually sit and focus on the song) and not feel something:

Why I Hate Breast Cancer Awareness Month

 

That’s right, I said it, I hate Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Before you all start throwing pink ribbons at me, let me explain. I’ve had breast cancer on my radar since I was a kid. My Mom lost her mother to it at a young age, my great aunt had it twice, and my Mom has had it twice, the second time resulting in a single mastectomy. Breast Cancer matters a lot to me, I live my life with this little voice in the back of my head saying “you could be next”.

Why do I hate a month devoted to this disease that’s effected my family so much? Because it “prettyfies” it. Breast cancer is not sexy, pretty, nice, funny, or cute. Breast Cancer is an ugly disease that is actually pretty scary. The women that have breast cancer are amazing, sexy, beautiful, inspiring people (guys, I’m not forgetting about you in this, but I just haven’t known any men to suffer from this and don’t want to make assumptions on how you go through this, I’m writing from what I know). When was the last time Breast Cancer awareness put an amazon on their site or ad (a woman with a single masectomy)?

Breast Cancer Awareness Month is one big cash in. It belittles what people actually go through (lymphedema from radiation treatments is not cute) and helps corporations make lots of dough. Most things you buy with the wretched pink ribbon on it are not going towards breast cancer. The company makes a donation and then is able to put that ribbon on their products, making more money than they donated. Instead of telling you they donated money and letting that give them a good image to the public, they see it as a chance to cash in.

Sexy breast cancer. This has gone so wrong I almost don’t know where to start…. sigh… Breast Cancer is NOT sexy! The people who suffer from it can be sexy because of their strength, bravery, and perseverance.  Instead of celebrating our survivors and cherishing them, it’s become about a pink ribbon and tits. Don’t even get me started on this current Facebook trend of sexual status updates referring to their purses. How is that helping find a cure for breast cancer? I think because this disease mainly effects women and their breasts that it’s not taken seriously and softened down to the point where sexy status updates feel like they’re relevant.

We need to shift gears. People know what Breast Cancer is, it’s been marketed to death. Breast Cancer Awareness month should be about how to donate to make a difference, what products are proven to raise your risk, and what laws/regulations we can ask our government to enact to help protect us and make care available for all who need it.