Bobbie Dennis

Hello, Happy New Year, Merry Easter, Valentines wag1, my hibernation period is officially OVER. Thank @god @jesus @arianagrande @budgens

Against all odds I am actually BACK. To be perfectly honest everything has been a big fat sad #bigfatsad lately (please insert montage of Bobbie D staring at the wall, crying, eating ice cream, hugging my dog with the X Factor Finalists version of Hero playing in the background). HOWEVER, today is finally the day I put the wheels back in motion.

(Also am actually okay just thought I’d be honest bc it’s hard to see on social media what ppl are actually thinking and feeling and oui in the words of Troy Bolton, we are all in this together)

SO: as aforementioned (ooosh #aforementioned) in my last post, there is no denying that The Devil Wears Prada is one of the best romcoms in cinematic history. THE GLAMOUR AND THE OUTFITS MAN. The opening sequence of all those working women getting ready in their stylish apartments with killer outfits (how can they afford all these clothes without UNIDAYS?) working for a cool ass company has always, and will always, inspire me. I firmly believe that romcoms are wholly responsible for this assumption that it is super easy to get set up in a cool apartment with all your best friends and can afford to buy a large coffee from Pret every morning but alas, the cruel realities of adulting tell a different tale.

I could go on and on about this movie but the crux of what I wanted to talk about today is a little line that Stanley Tucci says to Anne Hathaway. I think it’s lived under the radar for long enough judging by the lack of gifs that appeared when I typed the quote into google (the most accurate signifier of popularity, I assure u). For some reason it has always stuck with me and I feel like it is my duty to give this line the exposure it deserves. So after I’ve been sat stressing my little head off over the past few weeks, this line hit me:

“Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining.”

Tucci nailed it.

I am WHINING.

I love to paint this picture of myself that I’m oh-so hard working and uuuuber organised. Yea I’m that girl with the detailed spider diagrams, yea I’ve completed all my readings and yea OF COURSE I have a spare pen – what colour do you want?? But truth be told, a lot of my prep is actually making my notes look pretty, creating (crafting) the perfect spotify playlist to work to and/or revising all the things that I’m good at or know already. Yet I routinely stress out when I don’t understand things or things don’t work out – it’s because I’m stupid! I work so hard! Why doesn’t it pay off! Why is the world against me! *Gary Jules Mad World starts to play*

No Bob, you are not really trying – you are whining. 

First time I watched this scene I thought it was properly savage. Andy is so upset? Just give her a hug Stanley! But it’s true – whining is an absolute waste of energy. And I promise this is not me being harsh or overly hard on myself, just sometimes you’ve gotta sit there and accept no no, you’re not actually working hard you’re just trying really hard to present yourself to be working hard. Maybe it stems back to this millennial trap of social media (have u guessed yet this is my favourite thing to discuss) and our need to present ourselves as this perfect version of ourselves. Perhaps it’s so heavily ingrained into our subconscious that we now (or at least I) concentrate more on presentation than actual substance. But how boring ! Who really wants to be perfect and organised and together all the time.

Now I think maybe there is some kind of point to be made about a  ~capitalist agenda ~ which routinely tells us that what we do is never good enough and we need to work harder etc etc. But if I’m honest with myself, the point still stands: I do not work hard enough. You have the same hours in the day as Beyoncé, emanate Beyoncé energy, not yappy chihuahua energy. Maybe if we stop trying so hard to look like we’re succeeding, we can actually go out and succeed (crazy, wild, Bobbie Dennis 2k20).

I’m guessing (and hoping lol am I a terrible person) that I’m not alone in this, and especially for those reading this who also have Easter deadlines, I hope this can help. This epiphany I had this morning has weirdly given me a new lease of motivation, realising that you’re not actually stupid, you’re just being stupid with where you place your energy which is oddly reassuring. I’m being very careful to not turn this into a rant/shit post but that’s not going to stop me over the Easter period printing a pic of Stanley and sticking him on my wall.

AKA: “How… Are you wearing the Ch…” “Chanel Boots? Yeah, I am” *flips hair*

Positive, focused vibes only. I know that is so urban-outfitters-cushion of me but really, it’s time to leave self pity in 2019, the world owes you nothing. Grab your work and some water (yes, water, another focus for 2020) because to get results, in the words of Britney Spears, you gotta work bitch. 

You got this, don’t be bitter be BETTER

Love Bobs xxx