Gal on the Move
I am a hedonist. In the past I only said it jokingly – I, like most in American culture, internalized the belief that there is something wrong with pleasure. We can have all kinds of discussion about Puritanical values, racism and a host of other things, but I don’t really care why I believed it. I just know I had to get over it.
Though I like to think of myself as being a very sharp, savvy Gal On The Move, privately I’m finding myself turning into a ridiculous girl. I get moony when I say ‘my fiancé.’ I’m daydreaming about the wedding pictures – I keep changing my outfit. I wonder if I could get Darius Rucker to perform at the party?

