WHO ARE WE?
My needs are simple. I'm just a girl who just wants Heinz vegetarian baked beans for lunch and Nutella for dinner. When I'm not craving food that my mother would disapprove of, I'm watching Netflix in bed or reading for graduate school. In my free time, I also work with start-ups and non-profits that need help with their public relations and media plans. Unlike Sarah who read a life-changing article (explained in bio next to mine), there was no life changing event for me. I just didn't want to continue on with a law degree and decided to make a career out of being who I was. So, I became the Public Relations girl with a camera.
I decided to start DC Improper one day while writing a paper on Neoliberalism and Bitcoin regulation. I had been researching the Washington Consensus and found myself reaching intellectual malaise. I needed some stimuli that did not revolve around school or work. I texted Sarah - my best friend in D.C. - and forced her to join me. She enthusiastically agreed and DC Improper was born - she even came up with the name for DC Improper!
It would be an understatement to say that writing is my life. When I'm not doing it, I spend every waking moment thinking about it. When I was 18, I planned to go to art school and study painting, because everyone told me that I was good at it. But then I read an article called "The Ketchup Conundrum" by Malcolm Gladwell, and it made me alter the entire course of my life. In 2010, I set off for college in New York to try to be a writer instead. Pairing my love of words with an interest in politics brought me to D.C., where I met the lovely Lois and a band of other crazy Capitol hopefuls who do their best to keep me sane.
If you couldn't tell from this bio alone, I'm on the socially awkward side, but I do my best to seem awesomely nonchalant in person. If we meet, you can let me know if I'm failing or succeeding. My favorite color is yellow, and I'm trying very hard to adopt a cat even though everyone tells me this will lead to the demise of my love life (but that's okay). I also really like pie of all kinds — except cherry, because it's gross.
HOW WE MET
On a hot June day in 2013, a couple hundred college students filed into George Washington University's Ivory Tower apartment complex. It was a fitting name considering most every building in the Capitol is made up of imposing white stone and marble columns that shine so bright you have to wear sunglasses even in the dead of winter. But this day was hot—like disgustingly hot.
Under The Fund for American Studies, we would be living in this muggy swamp known as the District of Columbia for eight weeks. Sweating on the street corner as we moved in boxes and bags, we all learned what it really means to have Potomac fever.
Lois and I were participating in the Institute on Political Journalism. We were assigned as roommates in a suite for four. I was incredibly nervous as I entered the room; I'd had some terrible roommates in college. But she seemed nice enough. After unpacking, we decided it was best to get supplies, so we boarded the train to Columbia Heights to Target. Along the way we realized how hungry we were, and just off the metro stop was an IHOP. I had strawberry pancakes; Lois had salmon. Needless to say, we've been friends ever since.