Life isn’t a fairytale – or chick lit.
It’s 2005 and Katy Sinclaire is two years out of college. She still lives with her old university roommate and still works at the same bookstore that she’s been with since she was a teenager. She spends her days avoiding customers, making fun of the books in the store, and counting the minutes until she can clock out. It is an increasingly unsatisfying life, but it’s also a life that she does not question. That is, until a chain of events forces Katy to confront the painful truth: she is going absolutely, positively, nowhere in life. She realizes that she needs to do something, and now.
Only one problem: Katy has absolutely, positively, no idea what the first step should be.
The other problem? From her harebrained misadventures, to her chisel-jawed boyfriend, to her best guy friend (who is not-so-secretly in love with her), Katy’s life starts mimicking the very chick literature she mocks. Only life isn’t as predictable as a storybook, a lesson Katy is forced to learn as she desperately tries to figure out her purpose in life – if such a purpose even exists.
Why does poetry get such a bad rap?
Why are we quicker to pass on it, call BS on it, or assume it has no place in the modern day?
Good poetry makes you experience an entire novel’s worth of feelings in a couple of short (or long) lines. Poetry is emotion: condensed, snapshot-like peeks into something deeper. And that’s what makes it radical in the modern age: poetry is vulnerability in a time when we reduce experiencing these beautiful, tragic, visceral emotions into terms like “catching feelings”.
In No One Reads Poetry: A Collection of Poems, Abby Rosmarin explores all facets of life: from love to loss, anxiety to depression, existential panics to moments of pure beauty & clarity. Life is an overwhelming beast, and poetry can help sort some of that out.
How do I break into the modeling world? Do I have what it takes to become a supermodel? Where did I leave my keys? I will answer none of these questions in my new book I’m Just Here for the Free Scrutiny. But I will provide you with a few laughs as I talk about my time in the fashion and commercial industries. From when I learned I don’t have a sex-phone operator voice to when I fainted in the middle of a shoot. From when I bombed a movie audition to when I was upstaged by the modeling equivalent of a soccer mom. It’s all here. So sit back, relax, and read a few stories that will remind you that modeling is about as glamorous as babysitting a bunch of toddlers. Toddlers on a sugar rush.
By the way, your keys are underneath your jacket in the kitchen.