It all started in Miss Plum’s (now Dr. Plum) Media Law and Ethics class in college.
I had Miss Plum for a couple of lower-level journalism classes and was a big fan of her no-nonsense attitude and dry wit. I had no idea of the justice-seeking, constitution-upholding, freedom of the press tiger that lay within.
When I entered the class, it became clear early on, it was going to be epic. In fact, it was my favorite class of my entire college career. History of Rock and Roll, taught by the famous Jay Flippin (Seriously. Look him up.), being a close second.
I looked forward to this class like no other. I relished every case we studied and could not wait to get Miss Plum’s take on each. Miss Plum is very reserved, but her eyes lit up when she discussed the role of media in the law. She was inspired and she inspired me.
It was this class that ignited my short-lived dream of being a Supreme Court Justice. It also brought about the realization I was innately lazy.
As this semester progressed, I began to daydream of being a member of SCOTUS—shaping society, upholding the constitution, the power, the sassy robe! The Supreme Court had it all.
With Miss Plum’s class and the then fairly recent Clarence Thomas confirmation hearings in mind, I began to map out in my head the route to this highest judicial post. The degrees I would have to earn, working my way up through the legal ranks, holding local, regional, state and national posts. THEN, I would have to be nominated.
It was at this point I started to reflect upon my own history and how I would fair during a confirmation hearing. I was only 20-ish at this time, so how much shit could I have really been up to, right? Really not much, other than smoking a little weed.
I started to think about the nonsense I might get involved in over the next 30-40 years. Shew. That was a lot of pressure. Sure, I had no plans of snorting coke poolside off a hooker’s ass, but sometimes shit just happens.
It was at that point I decided I didn’t have the energy or the motivation for SCOTUS. I sold my soul to the devil and pursued a career in public relations.
As I approach 50, my life has been pretty bland by most standards. I did get drunk at a Bourbon Festival once and pictures later surfaced of me wearing a Batman mask holding a bottle of 140 proof whiskey. I have absolutely no recollection of any of that, but ultimately, I’ve led a pretty clean life.
So, the truth is: I’m just lazy. I’m fascinated and follow the Supreme Court to this day because of Miss Plum, but I was not willing to put in the work. I may be lazy, but I have great self-awareness. Also, if I find myself poolside with some hookers, I can do whatever the fuck I want.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
