Bitches I hope to be like part one: Celebs

The idea of a role model is something that in the past has really weirded me out.

When I think of how I was when I was younger, I remember looking up to women that I admired and acting like they were a type of God that I would never be lucky enough to be like.

Take Hilary Duff for example.

My 8-year-old bedrooms’ walls were filled with posters, cut outs from magazines, and badly printed photos from the internet. 99% of these were of Hilary Duff, and the other 1% were of Jesse McCartney, but don’t get me started.

I even had the original movie poster for a Cinderella Story, in which I would kiss Chad Michael Murray ever so secretly (don’t tell my mom!) hoping that one day my Austin Ames would sweep me off my feet.

It was 2004. Sue me.

I walked, talked, and acted Hilary Duff.

I wore clothes from her Lizzie McGuire clothing line from Zellers, I forced my friends to play games where I was Hilary and they were my adoring fans, and I constantly played the Lizzie McGuire game on my GameBoy.

I’m realizing how much I’ve aged myself for younger readers, and I’m sorry. I’ve provided links for some of the things you may not understand, to get a better sense of what the early 2000’s were really like.

But as I got older, and Hilary’s freaky cult following had begun to disappear, I realized that it was super fucking weird.

I can only now imagine having millions of little girls wanting to be you, and how much pressure that would be. So Hil, I’m really sorry.

Now that I’m in my 20’s, and have a better understanding of who I am and who I want to be, I’m comfortable having role models again.

But this time it’s a little less weird.

For the part one of this series I’m going to be talking about celebrities who inspire me, and whom I hope be more like one day. Then for the following three parts, I will be talking about three very special and very influential women in my life whom I also hope to be more like.

I will add that I am not including my friends in this series because they have their own series coming eventually.

Don’t get all bitchy about it.

So let’s get started.

Sorry Hilary, but there’s a new bitch in town and her name is Chelsea.

I didn’t actually discover Chelsea Handler until about a year or so ago, but I’m so unbelievably happy that I did.

Part of this is due to the fact that her entire reputation is built on three things:

  1. She’s a bitch.
  2. She’s hilarious.
  3. And she’s generous as hell.

I don’t know about you, but these are three things that I would love to be labeled as. I really don’t see any negatives on this list. Do you?

I discovered her through her Netflix talk show “Chelsea,” which to this day is still one of my favourite things to watch.

The entire premise of her show is that she just wants to learn.

She, like a lot of people, chose to not pursue the route of education after she finished high school. Because of this, she explains that she feels that she missed out on learning things.

While I completely disagree with this (she’s actually quite smart in many ways, even if she’s not an academic,) I think it’s the coolest thing that she’s so eager to learn and is so willing to share what she’s learning with the world.

Even though I’m also technically an “academic,” * I have actually learned a lot of things about the world through her journey.

*I guess I’m considered an academic because I’m getting a honours degree. But please trust me, I’m really not. School is literally my least favourite thing, aside from baseball.

Her show has taught me unbelievable amounts of things about American politics and government, acceptance, honesty, and self-respect.

I admire her open and honest attitude about herself and her story. I admire her ability to take something terrible (like Trump getting elected) and make it into something positive. I admire the way in which she can be a bitch and not care if people get upset. And I admire the way in which she can inspire others.

She’s helped me realize that no one should ever be ashamed of who they are. Which came at a time in my life where I was made to feel that I should be ashamed for everything that I did or thought.

She also helped me realize that sometimes you just gotta get things done. That no matter what life throws at you, you just gotta get over it, move on, and do your best to keep going. Her number one recommendation for this is to do so with a bottle of vodka in your hand, but I think that part is optional.

Without the influence of Chelsea Handler, I can honestly say that I don’t think I would have the cojones to be able to be this honest about myself and about my feelings. At least definitely not on a website that is designed to point out every single one of my flaws and make them into a light-hearted joke.

Hell, without Chelsea Handler I don’t think I’d be as comfortable as I am with being such a bitch.

So thanks, Chelsea.

 

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