You Don't Own Me

I actually vaguely enjoyed The First Wives' Club. Not that much—I mean it really kinda sucked. I'm pretty obviously fond of any film's inclusion of a musical number though. And this film has "You Don't Own Me," the Lesley Gore song. Gore sings of who sounds like a controlling boyfriend. Little 'feminist' anthem, if you will.

Well, I'd like some liberation, too, but from my emotions. Finals week is over. Semester from Hell is done. It's time to quit the dramatics, the whining, the unhealthy habits, etc. etc. I want to take back my own life...from myself. (This framework sounds like a 90's era Lifetime movie: Getting Back to Me: The Wally Fisher Story or Stop! Don't You Dare, I'm Better Than This: The Wally Fisher Story.) I am a diva. I should not be THIS lame.

So I'm starting a new life plan tomorrow: get up early, exercise, eat a sensible meal, unpack a little, read, do something to study my French, write, start to ween back off Diet Coke, and figure out a new hobby.

You don't own me, motherfucker.