I’m not really a huge fan of Thursdays. They don’t have much going for them as far as I’m concerned. For some reason at my house, Thursday mornings often start out as a simmering stew of minor domestic disasters. I have to try not to let that stew boil over because then everything is unbearably awful and the whole house reeks of burnt anger and splattered tears.
So, since Thursdays lack a certain je ne sais quoi, I’ve decided to give them a little quelque chose to perk them up a bit. I’m putting a lid on that pesky, simmering stew and rolling out:
Girl-crush Thursdays are most likely going to take place every other Thursday, since committing to a weekly thing makes me nervous. I’d like to pay tribute to some women that I adore. They can be celebrities, or regular girls that I actually know, and I’m going to gush about how cool they are. It’s going to be a great time. If you have any suggestions for girl-crushes, please feel free to let me know!
I’m starting with Adele. She only needs one name because she’s that awesome. So here you go. Bask in the reflected glory shining from her multitudinous music awards.
Is there anyone out there who doesn’t like Adele? If so, I don’t want to know them. Her voice is so amazing I’m not sure she’s a regular human. Her talent as both a singer and songwriter is just phenomenal. I mean you’ve heard “Someone Like You,” right? If not, go listen to it right now. You will want to live inside of it.
I know I’m not saying anything new here. Everyone in the world knows she’s awesome. She’s only put out two studio albums and she has, like, a bajillion and twelve Grammy Awards. Oh, and an Oscar for Skyfall. There’s also that.
So she’s a successful artist, you say. What’s the big deal? There are lots of music stars out there who are even bigger and more successful than Adele. But here’s the thing:
Adele is twenty-five freaking years old.
Yeah. Twenty-five. And she’s a mom now too. Her lil’ son, whom she protects ferociously from the media (good for her!) is about the same age as my baby. So at the tender age of twenty-five, she seems to be doing better than a lot of celebrities at balancing her fabulously successful career and motherhood.
And then there’s the fact that she’s gorgeous. She’s no size 2 and she rocks it. She takes her baby to the park wearing a legging-ish outfit, with her hair in a crazy-messy bun, just like the rest of us mere mortals. She knows who she is and she’s proud of herself. She says that our culture’s obsession with looks and weight is ridiculous. I hope she SCREAMS that message to young girls everywhere and reminds them to focus on their talents, strengths, and passions and not pay any attention to all the nonsense about beauty and bodies. HUGE props to Adele for being more wise and confident about her body than I’ve ever been.
And then, to top it all off, she was recently awarded an MBE by The Queen. If, like I wasn’t until a few days ago, you’re not really sure what that means, it’s just a fancy way of saying that The Queen recognizes that Adele puts out some quality stuff. I
did some thorough research looked on Wikipedia for about 17 seconds and discovered that there are five different levels within this honor of the Order of the British Empire, and Adele was only given the lowly number five kind, but whatever. It’s still pretty impressive in my humble American opinion. You probably have to be a General or Paul McCartney to get the more prestigious kind. And she’s only twenty-five years old. Twenty-five. What were you doing when you were twenty-five? Not getting a special award/certificate/medal/whatever the heck it is from the Queen of England, I’ll bet. I certainly wasn’t.
So, Adele, you who are so cool that you only need the one name, while I jest that you are making the rest of us look lame, it’s really okay. Keep on being so awesome. And please, keep on singing. When you get a break from taking care of your little fellow, feel free to put out a new album or something. Don’t get me wrong – I’m incredibly grateful for what you’ve done already, because without “Rolling in the Deep,” there couldn’t be this:
And I love this. Really, really love it. But now I want more. So let me know if you need a backup singer or anything. I’ll hop on a plane to London in a heartbeat. We could even go to Topshop together if you want. Just sayin’.