Day 2 [Late]: Writing Retreat Tweet

While my Sunday was was derailed by baseball, sunshine and house hunting, I did still write (a little). See below for my NPR poetry submission:


Why I Love ‘Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt’ And You Should Too

If you’ve started watching Season 2 of “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” on Netflix too there’s a good chance you can’t get that catchy-as-hell theme song out of your head. But do you know where this viral little ditty came from?


They alive, dammit!

It’s a miracle.


They alive, dammit!

Females are strong as Hell.

As a word nerd, I had to find out what it was he was saying. So today, I Googled it and dove further into my obsession with the show.

Simply finding the lyrics proved tougher than I expected, as I stumbled across multiple pieces discussing the origins of the song. Turns out, not surprisingly, the theme song is the product of a monologue written by producers Tina Fey and Robert Carlock, according to Vanity Fair. See a clip of character Walter Bankston’s full monologue below, from Netflix’s YouTube page:

While I found it surprising that some viewers thought the above was a legit newscast, there was another point in the article that stood out to me. Vanity Fair refers to Ellie Kemper’s character as being not “just a survivor of a horrific experience, but a very famous one[.]” That got me dwelling on how the silly and sometimes dumb Kimmy Schmidt was so much more than just another unrealistic comedic character to watch.

Turns out, Fey and Carlock were asked by NBC if they’d want to write a show for Kemper. As the two (mainly Fey) go on to explain to E! in an interview, they recognized that Kemper has “this kind of sunniness, but also this strength.” And it was with these two traits and the crazy-horrific backstory that Kimmy’s character was born to create a twist on the standard starting over story.

For me, I think that’s what makes this goofy girl and sitcom so lovable – it is relatable and inspiring. Unlike most of us, Kimmy is able to keep a sunny disposition despite tragically losing out on her childhood. So we get to follow her around NYC as she makes her way, and laugh about it with her. Because there seems to be one thing that Kimmy did learn while living inside that bunker: Bad things happen.

And, as Kemper points out in an interview with E!, Kimmy has the ability to overcome her bad things and not let those experiences define her. Which is what makes this comedy so worth watching. Let yourself be inspired by the pure optimism and strength of a character who may just seem simple at first glance.

Don’t Mind If You Do.

I don’t mind the city life. The traffic, both foot and auto, or the hustle and bustle. People rushing about, late for work, most likely. None of this irritates me. Where has common courtesy gone, though? Please and thank you. Looking someone in the eye while speaking to them. Holding the door, so it doesn’t slam in the person behind you’s face. Ladies first. Are these all things your parents forgot to teach you? Will future generations lack these, what should be natural, behaviors?

Loose Lips

What’s wrong with speaking your mind? Why is it so terrifying to stand up to another individual and tell them what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling? Is it the fear we are sharing to much of ourselves and may only find reject as a response?

There’s that whole – if you love someone, tell them. Or else, you know, you might die and never get the chance. But, is it really that great of an idea? Once you put something out there, especially once you say it, there’s no taking it back.

Lately, I’ve found myself keeping more than usual inside. I don’t believe it’s so much out of fear that I’ll be rejected. Rather, am I sure of what I want to say? Is that really how I feel? I am a firm believe that it’s better to have done and regret then never have done at all. So, why, now, do I find myself so guarded?

I’d be interested to find out what causes inhibitions. Some are appropriate, but some just get in the way of life.

I write instead of speak. My mother’s always told me to be careful with what I write. She explained that once it’s written, it never goes away and there’s always proof. I guess I want my words to be permanent.

Great Expectations

No matter if an event meets, exceeds, or falls short of your expectations – they’re never a good thing. Expectations, that is.

Even harder to swallow, when you have no expectations, because you really don’t know what to expect. Yet, still, somehow, the outcome is not what you thought it would be.

It’s been a week that I’ve been back in my home. Nothing remarkable or unremarkable has taken place. It just… is. I never expected that life would stop without me. I have, however, been in a bubble for the past 3 and a half months. I’ve been in a protective bubbled that led me to the illusion that maybe, just maybe, life had stopped to wait while I got back on track. Every day, I find another reminder of how untrue that is.

Some of the people in my life who transformed into these amazing beings during a time of crisis, have proved to me that’s not who they really are. Once the realization that things would go back to normal sunk in, they went back to their old selves. The expectations they’d created have not been met; and my heart is broken.

So, still, the question remains. Which is preferred? Having no expectations or having your expectations let down? Let’s just take it as it comes.