The Breakfast Club - Princess Edition
The Breakfast Club is an 80s classic, and, despite being released the year I was born, one of my favorite adolescent movies. I identified with all the characters, likely because, well, the audience is supposed to. I thought delving into a new theme was in order. Behold, the five part series of The Breakfast Club: brain, athlete, basket case, princess, and criminal.
As luck would have it, I happen to be writing this from a luxurious boutique hotel overlooking the ocean on a tropical island, drinking a coconut someone climbed a tree to fetch for me and machete open just moments before being handed to me, with a massage waiting for me once I'm ready. So, yeah, I'm a little bit of a princess.
My bedtime routine is just as persnickety as the Princess and the Pea (I like my water room temperature, my pillows firm-but-not-too-firm, my pajamas silk). I have been known to ask to be carried like one, also known as the bridal carry. I love being spoiled, and have come to own the fact that I'm the sweetest brat you'll ever meet.
But princesses get a bad rep, it's not all tantrums and business class. I know the importance of social graces, and being able to connect with people from a variety of backgrounds. I find this to be a common trait amongst the rags-to-riches type (note: while I was never below the poverty line and am not yet a one percenter, somehow saying "working-to-upper-middle-class" doesn't have quite the same alliterative ring).
But for now, you'll have to excuse me – my calves are sore from working out with my personal trainer, and those essential oils aren't going to massage themselves into me! #bratout