I’ve been receiving a lot of advice emails recently. “You need to stop responding to the hate mail,” or, “You need to make the website look fancier,” or, “You need to write about your boyfriend more/less,” or even, “You need to apologize on the blog for being too media savvy.” While I appreciate that people care enough about my welfare to offer suggestions, I feel obligated to let you know that there’s maybe a snowball’s chance in hell I’ll actually follow them. This is because I, like pretty much every living human on this planet, am a terrible advice-taker. Sometimes I’ll even go to the trouble of doing the exact opposite of what people tell me on principle. Just ask my parents. I think the key reasons for this admittedly-childish trait are:
A) I have a major problem with authority, and
B) I secretly believe deep down that I know better than everyone else, at least about my own life.
Debate as to the wisdom of these views aside, they’re not changing anytime in the next few weeks. So please don’t take it personally if your advice falls on completely resistant ears. Though I will say one thing: In case you were wondering, I’m not apologizing for squat.