When I was a little girl, my dad always told me I could be anything I wanted to be. And I really believed this.
So when I decided at age 9—after reading tons of A.A. Milne and Joan Aiken— to become a writer, it didn’t seem unfathomable that 14 years later that’s exactly what I’d do—make a career of writing.
Yes, dear hannihaus readers, people actually pay me to write. Crazy, non?
Now if only I could get paid for eating organic raisins and smelling like a dirty hippy—then I’d *really* make bank.
But anyway, realistically, this be-anything-you-wanna-be mentality can only take you so far. While I’m sure it would be utterly fabulous, I could never be a Solid Gold Dancer or globe-trotting male model.
I simply don’t possess the requisite funk and junk, respectively.
So when I read today that Victoria “Posh Spice” Beckham is penning a new book, I pretty much crapped my pants.
Where does this one get off writing a book?
By her own account she’s never even read one.
In 2005, the British twit was quoted as saying, “”I haven’t read a book in my life. I haven’t got enough time…” This is an interesting statement coming from someone who published her own autobiography in 2002(!).
Seriously, asking Posh Spice to write a book is like asking a shaky, old granny to wax your hoo hoo—it’s probably possible, but it’s not a very good idea.
But there again, neither is wearing assless chaps in public. But that didn’t stop Posh.
Posh spice: when she’s not writing books, she’s out roping steer.
Happy Assless-Chap Friday everyone!
for me, the pants crapping came a few years ago when i found out britney spears and her mom had written a book together. frightening.
k00ks–omfg. I hope you are kidding.
hey hans, i remember when we would break it down listening to the spice girls! do u remember dancing to when two become one?? muah hahaha in case noone else knew out there! heh heh
it was fun, i still have that cd… in my car. i know i know, i had it in the cd player and when you turn on my car you have to turn the radio on becuase something fucked up with it but n-e-wayz.. i was driving my brother in law to the dmv and i turned on the radio and blasting through the speakers is AAAAAHHH, I’ll tell you what i want what i really really want. he wouldnt stop laughing at me the whole way there! it made me laugh at myself cuz i know what a dork i am! love ya hans! you have a quirky little sister :-p
Ok, first of all, she’s busy? Doing what exactly? Watching her husband’s team get humiliated at the World Cup? OH SNAP!
Second of all, why do people, *ahemhanniahem* insist on saying “assless chaps?” Are there any other types of chaps? Did you go to Redundo Beach when you were in LA?
Finally, dreams do come true. I remember when I was a kid and I said to my dad, “daddy, I want to be an exotic dancer.” Oh wait. Well, this law thing may not work, and exotic dancing is here to stay!
dead serious, unfortunately. it’s depressing.
She look like she’s about hurl vomiit and twist her head 360 degrees.
To quote Paula Poundstone, “My dad always said to do what i love and the money will follow. So I am just going to masterbate and have lunch with my friends and i should be rich within 6 months.”
Maybe Posh’s Daddy told her she could do anything she wanted.
Now I will be singing “SOLID GOLD!” all day.
SOLID GOLD!