I don’t remember playing with baby dolls. Barbies? Hell yeah, for hours. (And I mean hours.) Bratz? You betcha. Polly Pockets, Betty Spaghettis, Samantha Parkington, screaming crying pooping blobs with arms in The Sims? Absolutely. But baby dolls? Participating in any kind of mothering make-believe? I’m drawing a blank. Maybe this is because by the […]
idiots need not apply
Hi, I’m Holly, and I’m a recovering #girlboss. I was born in 1990 and easily formed 50% of my entire personality in the early 2000s, worshipping Lizzie McGuire, another 30% in the mid-00s when multiple teachers told me my Power of the Pen stories were hilarious, before they dinged them for “too many pop culture […]
punk rock princess
When I was 16, a boy asked me to be his girlfriend by burning me a CD of pop-punk songs and arranging the track list so that the first letter of each song spelled out WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME? Uh, yeah, that was a hard yes for me, because I had had a […]
hi, i’m holly. 