I once had a professor in college who told me, “You’re extremely gifted. You’re going to have lots of opportunities come your way. But you must stay focused. You must turn them down. Ruthlessly.”
He was one of my favorite professors (admittedly, this had as much to with the course material as it did the fact that I had a huge crush on him) and I never forgot his advice, mainly because I couldn’t believe he actually used the word “ruthlessly.” Not when I was pursuing a double major in dance and history; I figured I’d be lucky to get a job. Any job. The only thing worse than majoring in dance or history would be majoring in English and trying to make a living as a writer. (Joke’s on me, I guess.)
At any rate, after last’s week Single Bridezilla segment and the unfortunate aftermath (in which I found myself being asked— on numerous occasions— if I couldn’t try being just a little bit crazier, or perhaps a little bit more single, because then I’d be much better for reality TV, ya know), I’m becoming ruthless.
In truth, this newfound ruthlessness has been bubbling beneath the surface for the past few weeks and frankly, it’s about damn time. I had lunch with my partner-in-crime and co-producer last month and when she made a suggestion for a little scheme we’re working on, I immediately put my foot down.
A few minutes later, I did it again.
“What’s with you today?” she laughed. “You’ve gone b*tchy all of the sudden.”
“Not b*tchy,” I replied. “Just serious.”
By which I meant ruthless.
The thing is, there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do (write, produce, teach, perform, choreograph, travel, volunteer, date, study, research, etc.) So I’m starting to get more selective in the projects I take on because let’s face it: I’m no longer that recent college grad who is desperate for anything—anything!—that will enable her to get her foot in the door or add another credit to resume.
Of course I can’t afford to be too selective (not with the publishing industry being what it is these days) but I can put my foot down. And if I’m sick of being painted as some vapid, idiotic, wedding-obsessed bimbo, I can do something about it.
(This is my blog, after all.)
As such, when I sat down for my sixth (!) interview of the week on Friday, I told the producer everything: yes, I have a Masters degree; yes, I spent a year at Oxford; yes, I know I’m good at public speaking—I do research conferences! Admittedly I spend most of the time checking out members of the opposite sex but that’s beside the point; finally, last but not least, yes, I love weddings.
So sue me.
“Are you worried that you’ll never get married?”
“But won’t you be disappointed if you don’t?”
“Of course. I’ve already spent twelve whole dollars on a dress! But I have so many other things I want to do—I want to write books, I want to get my PhD, I want to go back to Europe—marriage isn’t my only goal in life!”
Eventually she told me that she loved my project and loved my personality but that she feared that I wasn’t quite “crazy enough” to make the cut.
(And that she could tell I was “too smart” to exaggerate just for the sake good television.)
Honestly, it was one of the nicest things I’d heard all week.
So that’s the last I have to say about Bridezilla’s for a while. In fact, seeing as The Wedding Date and I did not spend the weekend attempting to watch Star Wars, we were able to get caught up on housework (him) and blog posts (me) and I’m rather proud of what I’ve come up with.
Besides, one of my co-workers is actually getting married, so I can start planning for her instead of planning for myself.
- The Single Bridezilla “Debate” Rages On (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- And Now the Producers Want to Talk to My “Boyfriend” (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- Do I Look Fat in this Dress? (fieldworkinstilettos.com)