Author Archives: Emily

About Emily

I tend to embody the definition of "first world problems," so one night when I knew I needed to shower but didn't want to--in true first-world fashion--I created this blog. There were ulterior motives, however. I'm a journalism and french major at Mercer University, which means I enjoy writing (and France, apparently). I also like to think that I'm witty, and that the world needs to hear (or, rather, read) my wit. "La Vie, Selon Emily" means "Life, According to Emily." Emily, being myself. Now that that's out of the way, who is Emily? Funny you should ask, because I've made a short list: I was raised in the Georgia suburbs on a beautiful little thing they call "sarcasm." My parents taught me at a young age to appreciate this age-old art, and I like to think I've mastered their craft. I'm also quite the girly girl: Disney princesses were my childhood, and dressing up is my favorite. Despite whatever conclusions you may have drawn from #2, yellow, not pink, is my favorite color. I love commas, and feel that I use them too liberally. I love thinking and learning new things, and I love making others think and learn new things. I am a voracious reader, and I love the word "voracious." I just realized that I've used the word "love" entirely too much thus far. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I pretty much sing a lot, and I like to think I'm decent at it. If you give me grape juice, I'll be your friend. I will also be your friend if you love on me (examples include giving me a hug, rubbing my back or arm, playing with my hair, cuddling with me, etc.). I have two mottos in life: Any dress with pockets is a dress worth having, and any man who wears bow ties is a man worth dating (I will acknowledge that there are exceptions to these rules, as with all rules). Semi-finally, but most importantly, I am an utterly depraved sinner saved by God's unfailing grace and love. I will leave you with this french proverb: "A l'œuvre, on connaît l'artisan."

What about small-time journalists?

While I was home for Thanksgiving my dad and I had a few discussions about journalists and journalism. My house has always been a place where heated discussion is not considered disrespectful, so although my dad and I disagreed on … Continue reading

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Learning Mandolin

I suppose I’m on some sort of journey. What kind of journey, I don’t yet know. All I know is that I ended up with a half-mental, half-physical list of habits, skills and/or accomplishments I want to master. It will … Continue reading

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I feel your pain, Star Wars generation

I went to see Monsters, Inc. for my 9th birthday. My friends and I sat in the front of the theater. We were too young to realize that the front row is always a poor life choice. But despite our … Continue reading

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I am not weak

Someone once told me that I’m not strong. I cry too much, the person said, and I need to be stronger. This blog post is about why it is not weak to cry. I’ve written about my emotions before from a … Continue reading

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British Television, According to Emily

It’s better than all other television. I almost ended this blog post with that sentence, but I thought I should explain why I think this (even though I know you won’t disagree with me). British television is the best, and … Continue reading

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Why The Great Gatsby Film Was Good, But Not Perfect

I first read The Great Gatsby my sophomore year of high school. It was one of the few books I enjoyed that year in American literature. When you’re 15, it’s not cool to enjoy good literature, so for the most … Continue reading

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Montaigne On Suffering

We must learn to suffer whatever we cannot avoid. Our life is composed, like the harmony of the world, of discords as well as of different tones, sweet and harsh, sharp and flat, soft and loud. If a musician liked … Continue reading

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