and so it begins. day one. first blog entry. first official attempt at documenting what remains of my life as a young working professional female in the city. young urban professional. don't they call us yuppies? as a little girl, the term "yuppie" always conjured up images of blonde ponytails swinging on a tennis court. today i think, hah, tennis court. haven't been on one of those since summer camp. and probably won't for another ten years, until i'm someone's wife, dragged, kicking and screaming to the dreaded state of connecticut or until i'm an executive with no other way to meet men on business trips. or maybe i won't ever. i have always been horrible at tennis.
the point is, who came up with the notion that young urban professionals have this massive amounts of disposable income? since when do recent college graduates get paid enough to LIVE, let alone shop and play tennis and travel? maybe the person who wrote this, which i just found on google, when i searched images for "yuppie." how interesting. none of my friends look like this. first of all, my girlfriends actually look like recent college graduates, not flight attendant barbie. second, they are NOT wearing ralph lauren suits, cartier track watches or coach bags.
... i wonder what the definition of "yuppies" is now. is the phrase extinct? or has it just evolved? is its meaning different in other parts of the country, or for graduates of different types of schools, or twenty-somethings working in certain industries? what exactly did it mean ten years ago? why? growing up, and even in high school and college, what did we think that this phase of our lives would look like? what do we expect out of it? what do others expect out of us? i find this phase of my life to be ambiguous, frightening, and promising - - at the start of it, i thought i knew what it was supposed to look like, how it was supposed to feel, and what i was supposed to do. now that i'm in the "real world" as a "young urban professional
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