#sofia rossi

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Sofia Rossi, "Sostituto Per Te"

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Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld with Sofia, Gianvito and Nicola Rossi at last week’s exclusive #CRGirls2016 event

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@sofifii: My phone is clearly obsessed with Tom Hanks because it keeps correcting Thank you to hanks you. Also, that means I use thank you lots!

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No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

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I love Sophia Rossi because: 

1) This article, and all its wisdom and truth

2) We share the same passionate belief that emails should never, ever be ignored. But that it's okay to tell phone call backs to suck it. I learned this by creepily stalking her blog, which is also how I learned that

3) She is fuckin funny as hell, yo

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Things My Mother Says...

My mother has a tendency to say whatever comes to her mind.  Not in the cute way your grandmother with dimentia tells you your jeans are ugly, and you laugh because her brain must be in the 70s today because you look bangin' in your jeans.  

My mother will straight up ask me intrusive questions like, "How many times have you used the bathroom today? " or ask to clean my ears for me.  I am talking weird stuff, but I love her to the depths of my soul.  She is the most amazing person I know but grossly inappropriate and brutally honest.  

In the last few weeks, my mother has said two things to me that in typical fashion have literally stopped me in my tracks.  

A few days before my college graduation she told me, "You've made progress. Before, you used to be overtly abusive to me. Now, you're just sarcastic and abrasive."

This was in context of me defending my necessity to always follow any conversation with a snippy comeback.  (Obviously it is just a defense mechanism to make myself feel superior in a situation where I clearly am not.  My family does not it see it that way - To them I am just sassy.) 

When she said that to me, I really thought about it.  For a solid two minutes I was offended.  Then I let it go because if I am going to dish it out, I have to be able to take it. -- Which was a lesson it took about 17 years to absorb.  I still do not like people pointing out a single fault of mine.  Ironically, I am trying to find ways to make a job of pointing out my own faults and especially those of other people. 

Then today she turned to me and said, "Why don't you write a book?".  I have to be clear, my mother is constantly shelling out ideas of professions I should be chasing.  

Musical Career - After she hears of any musican buying their mother a house or car. 

Doctor - Which is just a natural disposition of her immigrant ways. She can't help it. 

Just two of many examples but today when she told me to write a book, I immediately answered with "I'm working on it".  Obviously, I forgot to mention that myself but couldn't help but wonder.

This was the first time my mother actually told me something that I might want to do.  Something I may have always wanted to do.  It was so on the nose, it was like I was punched in the face.  

(Whoa, not to break continuity, but I think I actually vomited when I wrote that last line.)

In all seriousness, I have been thinking. In the past few years, I have really honed my ability to distinguish actual verbal abuse and turn it into comedic sarcasm.  I am aware that not everyone gets it, or rather even appreciates it but it's something I do. Then she told me to write a book, like it is that easy. I am well aware it may not be, but can it hurt to try.  I spend most of my adolescence reading and being an all to observant asshole.  

Lately, I have been surrounded by so many people taking their funny perspectives and their own voices to make something of themselves.  Mindy Kalling, the ladies of Hello Giggles aka Molly McAleer and Sofia Rossi, and Kelly Oxford .  Super funny people, who represent the ladies *insert me singing the chorus of 'Who Run the World'*, and are friends.  

I am just thinking that maybe my mother was right.  Maybe I can write, run the world with my best friends, and finally be able to pay my own credit card bill (gotta keep the dream alive!)

That will likely be one of the few times I am aspirational, slightly positive, and admit that my mother is right...Enjoy it. 

Peace playas.