Alcohol : 2 beer, it's Saturday
Smoke : None. I am in my thirties, I need to take care of my skin. Also, the air outside is so polluted, it is already fucking my lungs. Also, I need to save money.
Calories consumed: 2500. Had a piece of chocolate. Damn, it made me so happy
Water : 10 glasses. Yayy ! Hello happy liver and great skin.
Number of hours spent watching Netflix : 2.5 hours
Number of pages read from the current book : None. Okay. Okay. I will work on it
Screen time : 3 hours . Damn
Number of unread texts : 569000303. Damn. Anxiety.
I think this is what Bridget Jones' dairy will look like if it was written in 2020. I did enjoy the original book, don't get me wrong. The thoughts of thirty- something living in posh central London have been captured with great clarity by the author Helen Fielding. And I am sure many women in 1996 must have related to it even if they did not have a job in publishing where their role was not well defined. They must have seen themselves in Jones even if their lives were not all about parties and vacation. The novel must have spoken to them even if their parents might not have set them with someone as cool as Mark Darcy. So what , if she easily got a great job in Television after an okayish job in publishing, Bridget Jones' was just like them, wasn't she ?
Twenty four years have been passed since Bridget Jones' dairy. It is 2020. The world has been gripped by pandemic and I am writing this post from my parents' house in Lucknow, India. I have worked in Media and I have lived alone for years. Let me tell you living alone when you are in a publishing job is not as glamorous as Ms Fielding would like us to believe. I could hardly party twice a month and by the end of the month I was only left with enough money to buy my vegetables and milk.
Yes. I had issues with my body. I have spent a significant amount of time worrying about how I looked. But now that I am as old as Bridget Jones, I can say this with absolute conviction that I love my body and I think I am beautiful. Hating her body should be the last thing on Bridget Jones' mind in 2020 when she is not even sure if she would be able to save her job wherein she works hard.
Bridget Jones of today's world knows that there is nothing wrong in being imperfect. She fails in her diet but then she starts all over again. She neither bodyshames others nor herself because she knows all bodies are beautiful. She wears what she likes and doesn't think twice before sharing a mirror selfie or eight on Instagram.
She frets over a guy who doesn't respond to her texts but then she doesn't lose her power over him. She has great friends who don't judge her when she ignores their calls or cancel plans ( during non- pandemic ) days. They know once she recharges her battery, she will be her usual self.
Yes, sometimes it hurts her that she doesn't have that perfect love but then she doesn't let it affect her mental health over it. She bakes, she paints, attends book club meets, blogs, starts a podcast and maybe start a Youtube channel too. Even if she doesn't do any of this, she knows she is just fine and she congratulates for getting through yet another day with ease because she knows she is fine just the way she is and she doesn't need any Mr Darcy to feel that way.
Smoke : None. I am in my thirties, I need to take care of my skin. Also, the air outside is so polluted, it is already fucking my lungs. Also, I need to save money.
Calories consumed: 2500. Had a piece of chocolate. Damn, it made me so happy
Water : 10 glasses. Yayy ! Hello happy liver and great skin.
Number of hours spent watching Netflix : 2.5 hours
Number of pages read from the current book : None. Okay. Okay. I will work on it
Screen time : 3 hours . Damn
Number of unread texts : 569000303. Damn. Anxiety.
I think this is what Bridget Jones' dairy will look like if it was written in 2020. I did enjoy the original book, don't get me wrong. The thoughts of thirty- something living in posh central London have been captured with great clarity by the author Helen Fielding. And I am sure many women in 1996 must have related to it even if they did not have a job in publishing where their role was not well defined. They must have seen themselves in Jones even if their lives were not all about parties and vacation. The novel must have spoken to them even if their parents might not have set them with someone as cool as Mark Darcy. So what , if she easily got a great job in Television after an okayish job in publishing, Bridget Jones' was just like them, wasn't she ?
Twenty four years have been passed since Bridget Jones' dairy. It is 2020. The world has been gripped by pandemic and I am writing this post from my parents' house in Lucknow, India. I have worked in Media and I have lived alone for years. Let me tell you living alone when you are in a publishing job is not as glamorous as Ms Fielding would like us to believe. I could hardly party twice a month and by the end of the month I was only left with enough money to buy my vegetables and milk.
Yes. I had issues with my body. I have spent a significant amount of time worrying about how I looked. But now that I am as old as Bridget Jones, I can say this with absolute conviction that I love my body and I think I am beautiful. Hating her body should be the last thing on Bridget Jones' mind in 2020 when she is not even sure if she would be able to save her job wherein she works hard.
Bridget Jones of today's world knows that there is nothing wrong in being imperfect. She fails in her diet but then she starts all over again. She neither bodyshames others nor herself because she knows all bodies are beautiful. She wears what she likes and doesn't think twice before sharing a mirror selfie or eight on Instagram.
She frets over a guy who doesn't respond to her texts but then she doesn't lose her power over him. She has great friends who don't judge her when she ignores their calls or cancel plans ( during non- pandemic ) days. They know once she recharges her battery, she will be her usual self.
Yes, sometimes it hurts her that she doesn't have that perfect love but then she doesn't let it affect her mental health over it. She bakes, she paints, attends book club meets, blogs, starts a podcast and maybe start a Youtube channel too. Even if she doesn't do any of this, she knows she is just fine and she congratulates for getting through yet another day with ease because she knows she is fine just the way she is and she doesn't need any Mr Darcy to feel that way.
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