Holly and Huffington Post

My amazing sister, Holly

Much to my delight my sister, Holly, has joined the world of blogging. She’s still new to the concept so she only has a few posts but I’d like to encourage everyone to take a moment to read what’s on her mind. Incorporating a “Queen of Yesterday” reference into her blog is no coincidence: the song, by the artist Jude, has personal significance and a deep meaning to our family during a difficult time we spent together in Missouri.

.and it’s so perfect for her. She isn’t bogged down by a past that could easily consume her; instead, she treats it as a learning experience and takes ownership of her life. I admire my little sister so much for her intelligence, honesty, and resilient nature. Will and I are beyond proud of her. Holly, we love you, and we can’t wait to see the direction in which your blog goes. =)

So much more than 'pretty' little girls

Capturing my attention on Holly’s most recent blog post was the word beautiful. At the time of her writing, her self-esteem was not at its peak and she felt unhappy with her looks. Not to harp on my sister, but this to me embodies so much of what is wrong with our society. Why is it that the amount of women placing a premium on beauty continues to increase? Our worth is [or at least it should be] derived from our capabilities and accomplishments, not what we see staring back at us in the mirror. The media constantly bombards women with unrealistic expectations and its taking its toll. Let’s nip this in the bud– work to eradicate the problem at first inception– during childhood. Talk to little girls. Ask them about the books they like, their opinions, and what their favorite subject in school is. Don’t ooh and ah over their clothes or hair. Listen. And read this excellent article from The Huffington Post about talking to the women of the future.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,


About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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