Most of my friends in college heard me say this at one point or another. Like many things I say, I was both completely serious and not serious at all. The phrase was just my little way of ending the pity party over what to pack for spring break and reminding us that even our worst problems weren’t that bad.
Eric prefers to convey the same idea with his simple, “Wow…I guess it’s not easy growing up anywhere” if ever either of us — or anyone else — gets too whiny.
No matter how you choose to say it, the message is still the same — and an important one at that.
Today, I am giving all bloggers a lesson in “my life is so hard” with my new post on Hollaback: How to Complain On Your Blog Without Sounding Like a Spoiled White Girl.
And really, it’s a lesson that can apply to all of us. Yes, we all have bad days, but when you get down to it, most of us lead an extremely privileged existence. So the next time you get too caught up in your white girl problems, just remember your favorite keep-it-real half-black friend reminding you, “Oh em gee…your life…is so hard.”
Shhhhhh. I know it’s hard when Whole Foods is out of your organic raw almond butter and you have to drive across town to the other Whole Foods to get it, but I promise…it’s going to be OK.