Esharastr on Nostr: Had a girly movie night where I suggested we watch Bridget Jones since Annie☕ got ...
Had a girly movie night where I suggested we watch Bridget Jones since Annie☕ (npub18u0…lumk) got me in the mood for it ☺️ I haven’t seen it since I started in publishing.
I have discovered that we are all just living the pride and prejudice life. We all have a Darcy and a Daniel Cleaver/Mr. Wickham in our lives. I bloody dated one earlier this year! He sounded and acted just like him and was the most self absorbed posh prick I’ve ever dated. Much like Daniel Cleaver he keeps bloody coming back. We were even supposed to go on a city break. I can’t believe I fell for the bastard. Have ignored him, but kind of wish I’d have that ‘kiss my ass’ moment with him. Dated my Daniel Cleaver early though 🙏🏽 silver lining.
The movie is 💯 % accurate.
Work with snobby posh people in publishing who think they are above everyone ✅ (not all of them are like that though 🙏🏽, but a lot are…)
Colleague like Perpetua who hated me until recently where she suddenly seemed to like me 🤷🏽♀️✅
Wear inappropriately short skirts and tight tops to work ✅
Feel like an utter idiot almost every day, with evidence to back this up ✅
Self deprecating humour ✅
A mother who’s just… 🤦🏽♀️✅
Dating a ridiculously charming guy who cant be trusted and keeps coming back ✅
Going to a multitude of work parties where the only sustenance seemed to be wine ✅
Have amazing friends but can never seem to follow their advice properly ✅
Have no filter and always make a fool of myself in public situations ✅
Am chubby ✅
Have big underwear (and small ones too though) ✅
A bit naive someeeetimes ✅
From a posh village in the countryside ❌ (I’m a city girl from the hood 🤷🏽♀️😎)
Run outside in my underwear in the snow ❌ (pyjamas yes, underwear no. There’s still time for that though)
Turns out, I am just a stereotype of a women in publishing in London. Wonderful 🤣🙏🏽
I have discovered that we are all just living the pride and prejudice life. We all have a Darcy and a Daniel Cleaver/Mr. Wickham in our lives. I bloody dated one earlier this year! He sounded and acted just like him and was the most self absorbed posh prick I’ve ever dated. Much like Daniel Cleaver he keeps bloody coming back. We were even supposed to go on a city break. I can’t believe I fell for the bastard. Have ignored him, but kind of wish I’d have that ‘kiss my ass’ moment with him. Dated my Daniel Cleaver early though 🙏🏽 silver lining.
The movie is 💯 % accurate.
Work with snobby posh people in publishing who think they are above everyone ✅ (not all of them are like that though 🙏🏽, but a lot are…)
Colleague like Perpetua who hated me until recently where she suddenly seemed to like me 🤷🏽♀️✅
Wear inappropriately short skirts and tight tops to work ✅
Feel like an utter idiot almost every day, with evidence to back this up ✅
Self deprecating humour ✅
A mother who’s just… 🤦🏽♀️✅
Dating a ridiculously charming guy who cant be trusted and keeps coming back ✅
Going to a multitude of work parties where the only sustenance seemed to be wine ✅
Have amazing friends but can never seem to follow their advice properly ✅
Have no filter and always make a fool of myself in public situations ✅
Am chubby ✅
Have big underwear (and small ones too though) ✅
A bit naive someeeetimes ✅
From a posh village in the countryside ❌ (I’m a city girl from the hood 🤷🏽♀️😎)
Run outside in my underwear in the snow ❌ (pyjamas yes, underwear no. There’s still time for that though)
Turns out, I am just a stereotype of a women in publishing in London. Wonderful 🤣🙏🏽