Samantha Parrish

Before I published my first book I was terrified. I was worried that I would be scolded for the plot. I was worried that people would view me differently (and not in a good way). I was worried it would fail.

Women have been told to find a nice guy. That doesn't seem like the case anymore because 'nice' doesn't hold up to the term. It's either a guy with a good mask on to cover up the selfish personality to uphold this fictitious image. The nice guy could mean well originally on a steady trust with a stranger to get to know, but using the traits to get him somewhere in home plate. The nice guy could be, and to put it bluntly, he's an asshole.

I happened to be pursuing through YouTube as I usually do, and I happen to see some recommendations for me. I see this video titled, Meg Myers - Desire (slowed). I originally didn't think anything of it, until more videos like that one popped up on my feed. I finally took a chance on one of them and that was Lana Del Rey's Summertime Sadness in a slowed version. It was intriguing and entertaining to hear the same song, but altered just slightly to hear Summertime Sadness for the first time again.

Remember this movie? No? That's OK, even the cult following doesn't even know why this meant something.

I'll be honest, and you can laugh or judge. But I never really knew what feminism was, and I'm a woman. I see the term used for how people identify and I was casual to it. I used my context clues to know it was someone that was apart of a movement to have rights for women. I knew of it, but I never really talked about feminism, nor explored the topic with a lot of my friends.

I've always had a habit of making specific playlists for any occasions. Road trips, walks in the forests, songs for my soul, running, etc.