Valentine’s Day with your woes

Over the years of asking my friends and family about blog topic ideas I have come to the realization that there is a commonality in their perception of me and with the concept “write what you know.” I thought the questioning would lead to something along the lines of my 2016 predictions, the ratio for a perfect BLT or my opinion on the time jump on Pretty Little Liars. I was wrong. Thus, let us begin with a concrete fact: I have been single for 22 years. If you excel in math, then you will count that up to the summation of my life. That is 22 years of being single on Valentine’s day—not that I understood what that meant for the first 12 of them.WOES

Recent studies show that depression and anxiety rates among young adults spike during the first two weeks of February, according to single white girls with social media accounts. Disparaging the holiday of Valentine’s Day has become a social norm to be likened to the word “literally” and the act of twerking. Everyone is doing it, but now it’s more out of habit than enjoyment.

Regardless of the shade V-Day gets it is actually a pretty dope Roman Catholic holiday celebrating St. Valentine, the patron saint of engaged couples, happy marriages, courting traditions and epilepsy.

Do not fret, this is not a post exploiting the consumeristic nature of V-Day or the deep sadness brewing inside my unloved heart. On the contrary, this is a declaration of love for a day meant to celebrate just that.

Love is a truly beautiful thing. It typically gets romanticized to epic gestures or flamboyant weddings, but in reality, love is just a solid, deep feeling of affection. I feel love for my family and friends, my deceased childhood dog and for Leslie Knope. It’s a form of human affirmation that we aren’t horrible monsters and that others do want to be around us. But “love” gets muddled to romantic partnerships. That the most concrete form of acceptance is finding your one true soul mate, having forty babies and dying holding each other in the bed you shared for sixty years. And that could sound appealing—and maybe even ideal—but typing that statement made me cringe a little.

One of the greatest love stories of all time, Romeo & Juliet, has taught me something very important: don’t fall in love at a young age if you don’t want to deal with the drama of double suicide. Honestly, it taught me that things can get messy in a romantic relationship, whether it’s a disagreement on dinner plans or killing your boo’s cousin in a duel.

This realization led me to embark on a modern love story for the ages: falling in love with myself. It’s less of a cheesy Cosmo suggestion and more of an annoying way of stating that everyone should focus on themselves if they have that luxury this Valentine’s Day. Sometimes there are too many distractions in our lives to really sit down and enjoy our own company.

Regardless of the pressures by societal timelines or binge-watching Rom-Coms, do not feel guilty if your perfect way of celebrating love is being alone. Straight up, I love hanging out with myself. It usually involves two different kinds of meats, a hefty glass of beer and trying to mimic the spiritual voice of Beyoncé.

As Valentine’s Day makes its bend around the corner, let’s acknowledge the important people in our lives with heart emoji-filled texts or throwback Instagram photos, but let’s also celebrate the person we should love the most. In doing this you will help foster a day of mass self-love. When people love themselves, it makes it easier to love others and for others to love you as well.

On a day intended to celebrate what many would consider the purpose of human existence, let’s wine and dine ourselves. We deserve love, especially from ourselves.

Be kind. Be you. Slay.


A Very Un-Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks to the people around you who have made your life more enjoyable. A time to reflect on how much you love and appreciate your family for all of the selfless things they do for you. Maybe even send out your love to your friends via Snapchat (disgusting double chin selfie). But what people do not regularly talk about is all of the others things they are thankful for. So, I present with you everything I am really thankful for.

  • I am thankful for my bed. Although it may not be the comfiest of all beds, I would like to give Henry a special shout out for making my naps as heavenly as could be. Without him, I do not know if I could have survived midterms or every day life.
  • I am thankful for karaoke. Thank you for giving me an outlet where I can feel like a star and still have the voice of a dying llama. Also, sorry to everyone who has witnessed me behind a microphone.
  • I am thankful for time away from my friends. I love all of my friends. They are wonderful people. But just like oatmeal chocolate chip cookie dough, if you consume too much of it you will throw up and eventually hate yourself and your favorite dessert.
  • I am thankful for the abundance of fresh food at my parents house. Although it is wonderful to eat ramen noodles three times a week and fried chicken every other day, sometimes I can feel my organs shutting down. But, when my body did not reject a carrot, I knew that I was going to live and that all my insides needed were a nice vegetable or two. Probably one though. Only one.
  • I am thankful for HuluPlus, HBO Go and Netflix. At any time I feel lonely, bored or unimportant, I know I can rely on my three boyfriends to make me feel like the mother of dragons, part of a fairy tale or like I am in a lady prison (in a good way?)
  • I am thankful for Oklahoma State beating Baylor. And by beating, I mean clobbering. Go Pokes. Bring it on Sooners.

Whatever you are thankful for, remember that you can still express your love to inanimate objects. Go spend time with a turkey and some mashed potatoes and eat as much as you possibly can. Thanksgiving is time for stretchy sweatpants and long naps. Oh, and I guess your family too.

My roommates and I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.

Peace, Love and Food.

Positively Defrightful!

I grew up in a home where Halloween is a religion. Every year my mother would add new decorations to her collection making our home spookier and tackier. My father continuously told my mom that she was ridiculous buying glittery pumpkins, or a skull rug. But to no prevail, my mother would purchase all of her Halloween happiness and create a masterpiece.

I did not have a choice but to love Halloween. I looked up to my mother, and during the fall season my mother looked up to witches and ghouls (too far?). But because of my mother’s giddiness for this special holiday, I have learned the best ways to celebrate whether you are home reliving old traditions or at school making some of your own.

  • One of the greatest joys of Halloween is knowing that you can be any person, thing, metaphor, character, etc. that you want to be for a whole night. As a child, I always looked forward to being my favorite Pokemon character or making a costume out of a box and some duct tape. But as I have grown older, I have realized that Halloween attire is not just for one night anymore. You have a 3-day weekend in which you have the opportunity to dress up every night. Although this is wonderful, it also makes it very difficult on your time and wallet to come up with three costumes. My advice is to save your best costume for Halloween and then find people who are the same size as you and switch them for the following evenings. Usually for me, this means I would need to switch with some men. Any takers?
  • Every year my family celebrates Hallows Eve by feasting on none other than my beloved Kentucky Fried Chicken. We get mountains of crispy fried chicken, pounds of mashed potatoes and gravy, and even get a good portion of coleslaw for my Aunt Mona. I would like to say that October 31 is the only time I eat KFC, but I cannot resist the Colonel Sanders mouthwatering original recipe chicken legs. Anyways… Since people frown upon adults trick-or-treating, create your own way of indulging your taste buds during the the spookiest holiday by picking a favorite restaurant to share new memories in, baking a pumpkin pie from scratch or go against the status quo and be a 20-year-old asking for candy.

    Renee Tipton
    It’s a bird.. It’s a plane.. No, It’s Renee Tipton!
  • Halloween is also a time of pranks. Try and scare the hell out of as many people as you can. If you have a clown mask (I hate you) it is your time to put that awful thing on and spook the socks off of your roommates. If you can handle messes, buy some fake blood and pretend like you have been attacked by an intruder. Have a chainsaw? Turn that sucker on and walk really slowly down the street with a limp. Get as many screams as you can so you can light up the city of Monstropolis.

However you celebrate the holiday, have a spooktacular time on a bootiful night.