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About The Blogger

I was born and raised in the People’s Republic of Boston, Massachusetts where I attended both high school and college. Against all odds, I came out of four years of a liberal arts education as a staunch conservative, and haven’t looked back since. I make no apologies for what I believe or who that offends.

But contrary to popular belief my policy preferences aren’t driven by insensitivity, greed or lack of compassion. My personal experience has taught me that one’s true potential is more often than not self-realized only after one has been pushed by their circumstances to exceed the expectations they had for themselves, and small government is the most efficient avenue in enabling others to achieve that.

As confident as I’ve become in who I am and what I believe, it didn’t happen over night. I remember being afraid to talk about politics on my blog and remaining silent when people would casually bash right-wingers in conversation with me, not realizing that they were insulting me to my face. I remember finally gaining the courage to publicly voice my opinions, and becoming overcome with anxiety at every notification I got after the fact. I remember my peers telling me that I’d never get a job because I dared to suggest that feminists were wrong about rape and that the Baltimore protests were unproductive.

But I grew a pair, and I’m glad that I did.

It’s so easy to go with the flow, to keep your head down, to avoid confrontation and cower away from controversy. But there’s no dignity in it. I’m better than that, and you are too.

What I want to accomplish more than anything with this blog is to show conservatives in New York and Boston and LA and college classrooms and artistic industries that they’re allowed to be themselves, and they don’t have to say sorry for it.

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  • Another day, another pizza pic .
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  • New blog post about how getting into what’s essentially a grown up sorority after not being able to participate in Greek Life in college reminded me that it’s never too late to create the life you want; I know it sounds stupid on the surface but check it out anyway 🤪 — link in bio!
  • “When I told your father I was pregnant he told me to get an abortion. After you were born he told me he had never been more wrong about anything in his life.” I’m pro-life, and I always have been. My mom was starting law school at Brown when she got pregnant with me a year younger than I am now. My biological father...wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the year to put things lightly, and as an Ivy League grad the world was literally my mom’s oyster. She was extremely religious and went to a very conservative church where a child out of wedlock would turn her into an outcast. Because like every last professed pro-life Christian, she wasn’t perfect. But this wouldn’t be a sin that she could hide or bury. She had every reason to make that appointment, but she chose not to.

Fast forward 24 years, and a really good friend of mine got pregnant at the same age my mom did, and I assumed she would keep it. She was in a stable relationship and even told me she wanted to start a family soon. And according to almost every conversation we’d ever had on the subject, she was pro life too. But she was panicking, and almost overnight her entire perspective changed. Ironically enough, just days before I attended my first March for Life, a good friend of mine got an abortion.

And I won’t lie; I was disappointed. Because like most abortions, it wasn’t the result of some freak accident of properly used but failed birth control. She was being careless. And while I did my best to make the case for keeping it without pressuring her, I completely understood her decision and didn’t judge her for a minute. Because what my friend needed more than opinions or condemnation was my support.

I am pro life, and I always have been. My views didn’t change, but my attitude did. I realized that week, after taking frantic phone call after frantic phone call, that life happens in a lot of different directions. Life happening for my mom meant a child at 24 and dropping out of law school. Life happening for my friend meant an abortion. And part of being pro life — for me at least — is being there for people in your life even when it challenges you.
  • There is nothing more me than white (faux) fur and Taco Bell bc it’s not only broke and bougie, but reckless and worked out anyway
  • In case you ever feel like an idiot, tbt to when I thought a strainer was a tray
  • New blog post that no one asked for getting disturbingly defensive or McDonald’s — link in bio #greatamericanfood #manymanyfries
  • Yes it was a flawed administration in more than one way but this is my aesthetic ok
  • In 2019 instead of making a list of habits and goals I want to implement and accomplish, I’m thinking more broadly about the kind of person I want to be so that no matter what this year has in store for me I’m in a place where I can make the most of it. New blog post — link in bio!