Spend innumerable sleepless nights agonizing over your to-do lists for the morning that's brimming with pesky chores like filing a trademark application for your two week old blog, finding film for your digital camera, calling in vacation days to your job as a hostess so you can align your schedule with your boyfriend's who takes your photos, and exchanging these pants...not because they are utterly ridiculous but because you clearly wanted a size 8, not a size 4, because you are above shopping in your size; you want to prove it doesn't take a feminist to appreciate "man repelling"
Have yet to figure out just what it takes to travel the world on someone else's dime where savoring free Mediterranean meals, attending notorious fashion events, and sleeping in world class hotels is just beyond your reach, but you are willing to do whatever and whomever it takes to forever be on vacation
Yearn for the day when clothing simply materializes at your door step, as if from an evolved baby stork, all because you had the courage, tenacity, wits, and physical perfection to start a fashion blog where you showcase never before gawked at OOTDs from never before heard of designers that are creating unprecedented new fashions, the likes of which, the previous 2000 years have never seen
Are completely and utterly willing to forgo your roots (heritage, hair, or otherwise) and shed your current social class in order to impersonate a refined, worldly, alluring being that exudes excess all in the name of pleasure and "once-in-a-lifetime-experiences" while keeping a revered publicist on hand for the inevitable character assassinations that will come your way
Also prepared to bleach your skin if you're a woman of color, tan your skin if you're too fair a caucasian, lose some weight if your not a designer's ideal size 2, or gain some weight for the perfect new curvy fashionista niche blog
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