Pulling a Ben Affleck

The Comeback Kid

Hello FabNerds!

(yes, I know I haven’t blogged in months – but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a new pet name from my readers, right?)

I know it’s been a while, I know that WordPress thought I forgot about it- but that could not be farther from reality. In truth, FabNerds I have thought about you everyday for these long, long months. You know it’s true because I sound extra melodramatic. I think when I wrote my last post I was just really confused at what I wanted this blog to become. It started out as sort of a history of feminism, but then I wanted it to become something more personal. And then I felt like it was a bit sloppy. I wanted to keep writing and working through those issues, but I was having a massive block.

However, it is now the year 2013 and things a looking brighter. My Grandmother likes to remind me that 13 is a lucky number and I’m definitely feeling it. One of my own New Years Resolutions is to write more (I’m sure you’ll hear about the others in due time) and this is Exactly the place for it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, FabNerds and NerdFabs, may I present to you….

Nerdy and Fabulous 2.0!

Ok. You get it. New Year. New Blog. Well, it’s not new, it’s still this blog, but it’s like metaphysically new? Like Born-Again new? Like Ben Affleck “starring ” in Daredevil and the directing Argo and being kick-ass new. This is N&F’s comeback.

So here’s how it’s going to work: I’m instituting some much need regularity and consistency. The reason this blog was named what it was, is because I’ve never felt like I’ve fit a mold. I’ve always felt that, yeah, I know a lot about medieval drama and literature – but I’m also this, like, pop culture sponge who understands what it means if someone says a band was Hootified (Like Hootie and the Blow Fish). And I’m really concerned about the environment, but I’m also really concerned about whether or not my new haircut looks good with all of my hats. Are you getting it, yet?

So here is our new mission statement of sorts: Nerdy and Fabulous is a blog for women who don’t fit in to one category, who love to learn new things, stay positive, and strive to live up to ALL of their potential. 

I’m going to try and post about all the different things that matter to me from skin care to Shakespeare to shopping to the SAG awards*. And that’s not all. TheFabJessGoing (that’s also my twitter handle!) is actually going to have regular posting days! Right now I think it’s going to be Wednesdays and Fridays by 2pm. Well, that time might change, but let’s see what happens. And, of course, I might still post on bonus days like this one.

I’m also going to be posting my Monthly Obsessions on the 30th (or 28th if you’re February) of each month. Think like Oprah’s Favorite Things but a little broader of a category and I’m not sending anyone to Fiji. And I’m going to do more with our Facebook Page and my personal twitter (@TheFabJessGoing) so please like and follow for more of that. Sound .like a good start? I think so too

All right. The Comeback has begun! I’ll see** you Wednesday.

Totally Stoked,

Jessica

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*Actually, the SAG awards are like the one award show I don’t care about, but I wanted to alliterate.

**Well, not really.

Suck it up! Why you should ALWAYS wear heels.

I’ve been to Italy once before. Spring break of junior year, my high school sponsored a trip for Italian students (there were only a hand-full of us so they could afford to do this). It was a very big deal; all of the students going and their parents were required to attend multiple meetings where they would discuss our itinerary for the trip, where we were staying, and who would call who in case someone got run over by a Fiat or something.

The most important thing we talked about in those meetings was what to pack. You should only pack comfortable clothing, my Italian teacher said. So we all packed our khaki Bermuda shorts, t-shirts, and of course, sneakers. We would be doing a lot of walking and it would only make sense to wear a pair of sneakers. I took this advice to heart. I even went out to buy a brand new pair of sneakers especially for the trip. I felt so cool at the register; I wasn’t just buying these because I enjoyed athletic footwear. I was going on a tour of southern Italy and I needed those sneakers for the journey.

When our plane landed in Rome I had a rude awakening. Nobody in Italy wore sneakers. Italians, I quickly learned, were too chic for that. I went up and down Rome, Sorrento, and Abruzzi and every person I encountered had the most stylish shoes I had ever seen. Men in soft leather loafers, women in elegant, pointed stilettos, children in mary-janes, and ballet flats – even elderly people (who you would expect to see in some kind of support sneaker) wore fashionable patent leather slip-on shoes.

(if Victoria Beckham can wear these Versace sandals down the street, you can certainly suffer through a sequined flat)

My new sneakers stuck out like a chimpanzee in church. No matter how I tried to speak with the casual Italian I had been practicing on the flight, one look below my ankles and you could be sure I was a tourist. I hated it. I wanted to blend in; I wanted to be a chic Italian! I became obsessed with everyone’s footwear. When we had a free time to walk around looking at ancient architecture and eating gelato, I went straight to the shops to see the latest shoe trends. I compared the craftsmanship in designer heels and sought out the going-rate for ankle boots. In a most desperate yearning to conform, I began secretly photographing shoes that I thought were especially beautiful, interesting, or Italian in their essence. My classmates thought I was crazy, but I was getting an education on Italian culture.

Italians take it easy. They don’t need sneakers because they don’t rush anything. If their feet hurt, they sit down at a café and make small talk with the waiter. They know how to enjoy life and their footwear. This is a lesson I took to heart and, when I return to Italy this summer, I’ll at least know how to look like a local.

I don’t care how much they hurt,

Jessica