A Gal Who Likes To Boogie

What taxes are

How to vote

What political parties are

How to write a resume/cover letter/anything related to getting a job

How to write a check/balance a check book

Anything to do with banking

How to do loans for college

How to jump start a car or other basic emergency things

How to buy a car or house

but I’m so glad I know the fucking pythagorean theorem

How to do taxes

What taxes are

How to vote

What political parties are

How to write a resume/cover letter/anything related to getting a job

How to write a check/balance a check book

Anything to do with banking

How to do loans for college

How to jump start a car or other basic emergency things

How to buy a car or house

BONUS

How the stock market works (and how to invest)

How insurance works (house, car, life)

There was this book I read a long time ago, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes—not the movie—where the character, it didn’t occur to her that she wasn’t smart or that things wouldn’t work out or that men wouldn’t all do what she wanted. And she had a sort of intelligence that made her be able to get everything that she needed in a way that I didn’t understand. Like, if you’re meeting with a guy and you want him to like you, that you’d have flowers delivered to yourself. Who would think of that? I would never in a million years. There are tricks that you play that work, and that amazed me, that kind of intelligence. I was also thinking about Ed Wood and the idea that he went out and did all this creative stuff, and he stunk, but it didn’t occur to him that it wasn’t good, because he was enjoying it so much. And who says that he’s wrong and other people are right? We all live in our own heads, and if I go out and go, “Gee, I look great today,” who’s to say I don’t? I have the choice. I can see things one way or another.