Miss SaraJoy on Super Heroes
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- Published on Thursday, 10 November 2011 20:17
- Written by Miss SaraJoy
GROWING UP WITH THE LIKES of comic book super heroes such as Super Man and with famous literary works such as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, one typically envisions an alter ego as a separate identity. A split personality, an extreme and distinct transformation that a person not only mentally but physically makes in the blink of an eye. However, when someone merely conforms to different situations, he or she is sometimes said to have an alter ego. I never thought twice about my chameleon like qualities. Looking back I begin to wonder, was it weird to be both the captain of the cheerleading team and the Valedictorian of the school? To be building forts in the woods while simultaneously featured in the Sears catalogue? I never thought so. In fact, I believed that the adjustment of one’s behavior to meet social norms and expectations should be considered a social adaptation and great quality. Unfortunately people who feel equally at ease in a variety of contrasting situations are sometimes viewed with suspicion by people who are less adaptable.
It wasn’t until I became a mother that I started to doubt the normalcy of my personality. A Super Mom by day; play-dates, field trips, baking cookies for the PTO bake sale, loving and nurturing...my personal life is just that; Personal. I spend the rest of my “Me” time between promotional modeling and cheer squads, making a little extra cash doing the things I enjoy. It’s when the sun sets that my “alter ego” really sets in, instead of turning into a pumpkin, I turn into the Ms. Sarajoy that you all know and love. Running around the nightlife scene, the confident, life loving, party girl having her picture snapped in scantily clad outfits amongst slews of people while raging in the hottest venues. The majority of the time I am, however, working in some form. Either bartending, DJ’n, Go-Go dancing, promoting one of my occupations, getting my hustle on all while having a good time. Although for some reason unbeknownst to me, it doesn’t seem to be socially acceptable for women to be running free blowing up the club scenes. How many successful female promoters can you really name in Boston? I envy club promoters who actually get paid to party. Granted smooth flowing nights and constant customer satisfaction is hard work, but they are definitely making bank! It takes a unique cocktail of charisma and marketing genius to be successful in the game. Promoters are master salesmen. They’re not selling a product, they’re essentially selling memories. Scoping out the sickest DJ’s, the hottest staff and best venues in the city so they can kill it when throwing their own insane ragers. Most of the promoters I know however also would be considered to be living some sort of a dual life with an alter ego.
I’ve never had a problem with the balancing act; I’ve been doing it for years. It seems as though recently I am becoming more like the Incredible Hulk. With The Hulk, anger strikes and he has immense difficulty controlling his transformation, I am becoming the same way when I am in a depressed state. Instead of wallowing in my house self loathing I want to spend all of my nights running wild and pain free as Ms. Sarajoy. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism that I am developing so that I don’t have to ever feel hurt. Ms. Sarajoy is the carefree, single, fun loving, thrill seeking adventurer. But in the end, SaraJoy is just a girl with real girl feelings and emotions who cries real tears, and bleeds red blood just like everyone else.
Miss SaraJoy on Growing up
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- Published on Saturday, 01 October 2011 07:48
- Written by Miss SaraJoy
GROWING up with the likes of comic book super heroes such as Super Man and with famous literary works such as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde one typically envisions an alter ego as a separate identity, a split personality, an extreme and distinct transformation that a person not only mentally but physically makes in the blink of an eye. However, when someone merely behaves differently in different situations, he or she is sometimes said to have an alter ego.
I never thought twice about my chameleon like qualities. Looking back I begin to wonder, was it weird to be both the captain of the cheerleading team and the Valedictorian of the school? To be building forts in the woods while simultaneously featured in the Sears catalogue? I never thought so. In fact, I believed that the adjustment of one’s behavior to meet social norms and expectations should be considered a social adaptation and great quality. Unfortunately people who feel equally at ease in a variety of contrasting situations are sometimes viewed with suspicion by people who are less adaptable.
It wasn’t until I became a mother that I started to doubt the normalcy of my personality. A Super Mom by day; play-dates, field trips, baking cookies for the PTO bake sale, loving and nurturing, my personal life is just that; Personal. I spend the rest of my “Me” time between doing promotional modeling and cheer squads, making a little extra cash while doing the things I enjoy. It’s when the sun sets that my “alter ego” really sets in, instead of turning into a pumpkin, I turn into the Ms. Sarajoy that you all know and love. Running around the nightlife scene, the confident, life loving, party girl having her picture snapped in scantily clad outfits amongst slews of people while raging in the hottest venues. The majority of the time I am however working in some form, either bartending, DJ’n, Go-Go dancing or promoting one of my occupations, getting my hustle on all while having a good time. Although, for some reason unbeknownst to me, it doesn’t seem to be socially acceptable for women to be running free blowing up the club scenes. How many Successful female promoters can you really name in Boston? I envy club promoters who actually get paid to party. Granted they are absolutely putting in work making sure every customer is satisfied and the night has a smooth flow, they are definitely making bank! It takes a unique cocktail of charisma and marketing genius to be successful in the game. Promoters are master salesmen. There not selling a product there essentially selling memories. Scoping out the sickest DJ’s, the hottest staff and best venues in the city so they can kill it when throwing their own insane ragers. Most of the promoters I know however also would be considered to be living some sort of a dual life with an alter ego.
I’ve never had a problem with the balancing act; I’ve been doing it for years. It seems as though recently I am becoming more like the Incredible Hulk. As with Hulk when anger would strike and he has immense difficulty controlling his transformation, I am becoming the same way when I am in a depressed state. Instead of wallowing in my house self loathing I want to spend all of my nights running wild and pain free as Ms. Sarajoy. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism that I am developing so that I don’t have to ever feel hurt. Ms. Sarajoy is the carefree, single, fun loving, thrill seeking adventurer where as Sara Joy is in the end just a girl with real girl feelings and emotions who cries real tears and bleeds red blood just like everyone else.