Until recently, I suffered delusions of grandeur, mostly related to the utility of my overpriced undergraduate degree and superfluous master’s degree.
I’m in my late twenties and haven’t carved out a meaningful adulthood. Not that rare for those of us that entered the workforce in the fall of 2009 or later.
If I’m more crestfallen than most similarly impotent others, then it’s because I grew up in small-town Western North Carolina and, from an early age, dreamed of the day I’d be fancy (i.e., successful, city-dwelling, unapologetically loud, openly argumentative and adored for it).
I serviced my student loans as a paralegal in New York (living in the most expensive city in the world to have the facade of fancy?). For three years and six months, I waited to become something other than a paralegal. (Don’t worry, I applied for many, many other jobs. My delusions did not include deus ex machina.)
Finally, I admitted that I had a problem, a problem not unlike compulsive gambling. I chose to back away my metaphorical poker table (NY). Now, I live with my parents in North Carolina. Y’all come and see us now, you hear!
(The book I am working on – GENERATION SPECIAL – is about an over-educated, under-employed, entitled millennial failing to make her way in the world and the idiosyncratic self-loathing that accompanies said failure.)
In May 2012, I began to submit my writing for publication. I have since been published by The Billfold, Slate/DoubleX and The Hairpin. On Jan 30, 2013, I appeared on The Judith Regan Show on Sirius XM to discuss GENERATION SPECIAL and my recent Slate piece (I would provide a link, but Sirius XM paywall).