Feb 21 2011
Thanks for stopping by to help me launch my new blog Too Picky?… (I think not!) My book, MOLLY HACKER IS TOO PICKY!, is scheduled for publication in the fall of 2011. But let’s face it: I’m far too restless, snarky, crazy, chatalicious, and, of course, picky to wait that long to share my woes, worries, and general all-around wacky (but on-the-money) opinions about life. I am Molly the Observer.
Let me get the essentials out of the way. I’m thirty-two years old, and I work as a reporter for The Swansea Herald. I was offered an additional gig as the society reporter, but I just couldn’t bear hearing about other people’s weddings until I have my own. I managed to pop some eyeballs when I tacked the title “Obituary Writer” onto my job description. But I did so because dead people don’t get on my nerves the way brides-to-be do. This new job title is fitting as I tend to obituate things that piss me off. I’m also overly analytic, but it’s part of my charm.
For the record, Swansea is a bedroom community of New York City. There are some radical and amazing people who live here, like my coworker BFF Randy Goodrich, who is the Herald’s arts and entertainment editor. I’d be lost without his guidance and wisdom, and he, of course, would be groping in the dark without my wise and magnanimous counsel. (Oh, Randy, you so know I’m right.)
Living in a small town, especially when one can escape easily to New York City, is wonderful. But it has its drawbacks. The first that springs to mind is named Naomi Hall-Benchley. She’s a conniving, matchmaking, effete socialite. Her expiration date is long past, but someone forgot to take her off the shelf. At every turn, she is aiming to be the one to set up “Picky Molly Hacker,” but I will never succumb to this she-devil’s trifling efforts. She spends her days manipulating everyone so that she can please her husband and hold on to his millions. You will hear her name again, and unfortunately, so will I.
Sometimes, this town is too small, like a favorite piece of clothing you’ve outgrown by a size — or two. (Who wants to think about that?) Swansea is like a glamorous BFE on some days, a quaint and charming hamlet on others. But I’m happy: as long as I can vent about that which perturbs, I’m just fine.
I’ll be venting every Monday on this blog and have lots of opinions to express. Hope you’ll come see me again.