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I went to a sort of public school district for rich white girls, 3-12. I think we were once mentioned on a Letterman list of snobby school districts. Then I went to a small liberal arts university with a hefty price tag that was also filled with rich white girls. At some point in all this, I realized that I would never be a rich white girl. My Facebook feed, however, is filled with them.
And I find this exasperating. By and large, these are good people. But this eat, pray, love shit has got to stop. One young lady went on a two month yoga retreat in India. And my Facebook feed was then filled with exotic pictures of India. And the oooos and aaahhhhs of other rich white girls.
I've been to India. Everything smells like shit. Where were the shit pictures I ask you?
Another just "opened" up an online store where you can spend 150 dollars buying prints of pictures she took when she did a three month tour of Southeast Asia. She is in no way a professional photographer.
And the last one has been living the last two years in SE Asia. Writing a food blog. I'll admit that I'm a little jealous of this one. And her father is one of the most successful restauranteurs in Houston/Austin/San Antonio. So she might actually know what she's talking about.
My time in Asia was never exotic. It was just lots and lots of hard work. And the people weren't exotic. They were just other people, working hard.
So I guess what I'm saying is: I wish I were Julia Roberts.
And I find this exasperating. By and large, these are good people. But this eat, pray, love shit has got to stop. One young lady went on a two month yoga retreat in India. And my Facebook feed was then filled with exotic pictures of India. And the oooos and aaahhhhs of other rich white girls.
I've been to India. Everything smells like shit. Where were the shit pictures I ask you?
Another just "opened" up an online store where you can spend 150 dollars buying prints of pictures she took when she did a three month tour of Southeast Asia. She is in no way a professional photographer.
And the last one has been living the last two years in SE Asia. Writing a food blog. I'll admit that I'm a little jealous of this one. And her father is one of the most successful restauranteurs in Houston/Austin/San Antonio. So she might actually know what she's talking about.
My time in Asia was never exotic. It was just lots and lots of hard work. And the people weren't exotic. They were just other people, working hard.
So I guess what I'm saying is: I wish I were Julia Roberts.