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I thought that years of observing the harsh realities of urban decay/religious fanaticism/late capitalism as a journalist-cum-unemployed person-cum blogger had qualified me for the title of "realist." Then I started reading about your life as a lobbyist and suddenly filled with all these new, dare I say more cynical thoughts, like, maybe I should try to enroll in business school before I get too old to use the chance to find a husband/bombing Iran wouldn't be the worst idea in the world/ I should probably freeze/sell my eggs before I hit thirty and also find a new job doing PR for a defense contractor or something. OK, so, the important part here is: will I ever find love?

Well, first off, I think the only women that do post-graduate MRS degrees go to law school, and the money-hungry B-school types generally marry, like, school teachers to stay home with the kids and bang strippers on the side, so you may wish to reconsider that particular path. As for Iran, can't we all agree it's better to bomb the shit out of it rather than actually send troops in? Freezing your eggs involves really big needles stuck in really soft places, and you're already too old to get much money for them (the folks who advertise in college papers seem to prefer donors under 25). Defense contractors don't do much PR that isn't lobbying because they don't really care if you think they're a bunch of money-grubbing, government-cheating, civilian-killing assholes as long as the government keeps giving them your tax dollars.

And I don't know that you can find love unless you want it so badly that you'll accept the closest facsimile until your eventual divorce. You can't find an emotion, you either feel it or you don't. So the best you can do is pay attention to your own feelings, try to not fuck complete assholes in the mean time and be open to the possibility that the least probable guy in any given circumstance is maybe the one who will cause you to feel it (oh, shit, can you tell I got laid last night? that last part sounds way too idealistic).

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Tracie also likes to stay up until, like, 10:30 a.m. (ahem) and drink Olde English and watch reality television, habits I am beginning to pick up. But more importantly, Tracie has always been the type of girl who, when a condom gets lost inside her snatch, will write about it. Before I started reading Tracie's blog, One D At A Time, I wasn't really that type. Things change! But for a reason: it's those frank, oversharing, ever so occasionally verging-on-overly-self-referential posts that make Jezebel Jezebel, and long before she was on staff, Tracie was something of a spiritual leader to the site in that way. Because, quite frankly, fuck discretion. Discretion is how I didn't figure out how to come until I was 24 years old; discretion is why women's magazine editors persist in treating their fellow humans like total shit; and when you've spent a career trying to catch others in their own indiscretions, discretion just feels a little dishonest and superior. No one, besides maybe Tyra, understands this better than Tracie. Also she's good with computers. Maybe because she's a Taurus. Because my "alter ego" could not edit a video clip to save its life.