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What is the point of having a voice if you don’t use it?
For years, I’ve kept my opinions very neutral. Afraid of what people may think of me. Afraid that it would sway their opinion that I was this ‘cool chick’ that they could chop it up with over lattes on a Saturday afternoon, and instead become that outcast that sat at the not-so-cool kids table.
In photos, I look like THAT girl that hangs out on the scene, has celeb friends on speed dial and lives the rockstar life in between blogging juicy tidbits about your favs in a coffee shop. Or if I really had my way, a corner office that overlooks the city skyline and takes up an whole entire floor.
Unfortunately, that’s not my life.
First of all, I’m kind of boring. My ideal of a great Saturday night is curling up with a nice book, my lemon meringue pie candle lit (so that my house actually smells like I can actually bake) and a few notebooks to jot down any person referenced or word used that I don’t currently know so that I can look them up later. That excites me. Learning arouses me. Reading other people’s stories awakens my creativity.
The other day, my friend and I were texting back and forth frantically about Henry and June Miller and Anais Nin’s obsession with them and I stopped and thought, ‘Who in the world does this on a Friday night?” Like, don’t we have a good party to go to or at least a nice fella to go out on a date with and engage in some thought-provoking conversation with, without it leading to the morning after, when I’m in my car suddenly relating to Trey Songz’ ‘Can’t Be Friends.’
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with getting laid, but I do believe in soul ties. Now, when I meet a guy, I gotta make sure our minds and spirits are somewhat aligned before our bodies and souls intertwine.
For that reason alone, I go extremely long periods without engaging in fornication (LOL! putting it that way sounds so evil!) and trust me, when I do break my celibacy bouts, I almost always regret it. Actually I’ve ALWAYS regretted it.
How did I get on the topic of sex?
Anyway, back to the topic at hand, “Having a voice!”
After about 2-3 years of living with invisible duct tape over my mouth, I somehow found my voice during Spring cleaning.  I have opinions damnit! And I want people to hear them, regardless of if they agree with them or not.
It seems as though we have entered a day and age where people who voice an opinion that is not that of the majority will be picked apart, slandered and dragged to the depths of “dontsayanythingelseness,” which most people aren’t prepared for. If you ever experienced this on Twitter, it sometimes can make you want to run away with your tail tucked like a puppy who’s just been beaten and never ever speak again. The crazy thing is, the majority of those people who have issues with what you may say will not challenge you with a healthy debate of why they don’t agree with your argument. They normally show their inability to contribute anything of value to a discussion by taunting you with explicits like “B-tch, Kill Yourself,” and will be mad at you for stooping to their level and responding, “Go Ride One!”
Anyway,
The reason why I love those roundtable talk shows that are gaining popularity right now like ‘The View’ and ‘The Talk’ is because they put a group of people together who offer different opinions and perspectives on what is going on in the world–especially news and entertainment. How boring would the world be if everyone agreed on the same topics and had the same thoughts or ideas? It would seem a bit robotic.
I can’t tell you how many times a week, someone tweets me “You are so bias!” Of course, I am, my name and face is plastered in the header of my website. Am I not supposed to be? That sounds insane!
I blame myself though! If I had more of a voice over the last few years, then people wouldn’t have confused my site, and what it is supposed to be, with a traditional objective news site. They would know that in 2008, when I first started, I was very much loud and proud with my opinions and I did a lot of blogging on my own life as well. No one complained, because it just made sense. I come to Necole Bitchie to see what that Necole Bitchie chick is talking about or to see her commentary, versus, now, I go to Necole Bitchie for the news, I don’t want to hear what the hell she has to say about the news or my favorite artist.
And if I need to get into politics. It’s about influence as well. I have more influence in 2013, than I did when I first started and that scares people. Especially when the opinion may not sway their way. This is why I’d rather not post on something that I don’t have anything nice to say about than to post on someone (say their music) and bash them. That doesn’t do anything for any of us (and I’m not the bashing type.)
I’ve lost passion for this thing more times than I can count, but my purpose in doing this has always been deeper than the latest celebrity scoop. I battle every day with, “How can I reel these girls that are a reflection of me to the site with the latest tea, and then feed them something inspirational and empowering that will make them dust off their vision boards and go harder for that dream that was once deferred.”
Every time, I tell my fam or friends, “I’m about to quit! It’s time for me to move on,” their response has always been, “What about the young girls you blog for and the people you impact daily?”
I recently realized that my frustration was lying in the fact that I was just existing in the space. Doing the bare minimum possible to at least stay near the top while dipping and dabbling in other things that I felt would bring me some type of fulfillment.
[And trust me, if you are doing the bare minimum at work, you definitely ain’t getting no raises or promotion. Good luck with that dead end!]
Celeb gossip blogging is a very demanding job. How in the world anyone can manage to maintain awesome relationships and friendships while keeping up with the pulse of breaking news and what’s hot daily is beyond me, and I’m in the THICK of it. Being swallowed up like quicksand, while dwelling on my biggest shortcoming of not having nearly enough funds to really do what I’m capable of. I’m running a self-funded site that is as big as sites that have millions of dollars in investments and full staffs pumped into them. The thought gives me constant anxiety every day and fear of not keeping up with the keep up, which results in me missing baby’s being born, friends weddings and even funerals.
[I missed my grandmother’s funeral in December. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because of blogging –I’ll explain later, but that has been a recurring theme in my life and I’m ready to put an end to it. I’m the most consistent, inconsistent…]
I think another thing that bothers me is that I can pinpoint when I was at the peak in my career. I’m not at my peak right now, I’m actually descending the mountain and I either have a choice to start climbing back up that mountain, or I need to come down completely, not in a sense of quitting or failing, but to put this journey to rest so that I can start climbing another mountain and start another chapter in my life.
It reminds me of the first time I ever climbed Topanga Canyon in Malibu. My friends told me we were going hiking, so I thought we were going to just walk a trail and talk. I came unprepared, with no water, and I knew I was in trouble at the first sight of a sign that said, “Ambulances can not get past this point.” Holy snap!
About 15 minutes into climbing the trail, I literally felt like I was about to fall the hell out, but I had my game face on because I’m not about to look like a punk in front of these folks that are climbing with me. I remember I was almost to the point of hallucinating from dehydration, and I saw this girl that was about 8 years old, come walking past me with ease. I didn’t even see her coming! (I’m just not a big believer in always glancing in the rearview to see what’s coming up behind me. Tunnel vision!).
But yes, here comes this little girl climbing past me and I was like, “Oh hell naw!!! She’s not about to beat me!” So I started power walking, while giving myself pep talks. The only thing that slowed her up from passing me was that she was with an older man, probably her grandfather, and she had to keep stopping to wait on him.
We finally got to what I thought was the top, and I felt triumphant. I was taking pictures, smiling, and if I had a champagne bottle, I would have popped it open right there while overlooking the LA skyline.
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Then it happened. I looked up and saw people climbing another mountain about 1000 feet higher than where we were standing. I said, “Wow, they are brave!” My friend said, “Oh no! That’s the rest of the trail! That’s where we are going!” I like to have died.
The lesson I learned that day was: Even when you think you are at the top, there is always so much more higher you can go.
When we came down from the top of that trail, it was so much easier. We walked through a waterfall. It was so beautiful.
It’s so much easier to come down, or to stay in one place than it is to climb. Most people settle for that.
If I decide that I’m not going to settle with where I think was my peak, than I have to start climbing again, versus being content with descending. I’ve gotten comfortable in my descending, BUT I’m also a person that’s very uncomfortable with being comfortable.
To climb again, I have to face my fears, challenge myself…And I can’t just settle with existing in this space. I have to LIVE in this space.
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This is my random thoughts on Sunday, July 21, 2013 at 3:55pm.
It took me 41 minutes to write this.
I hope you think I’m still the ‘cool chick’ even though I’m sitting with my book at the not-so-cool table.