Few things pure in this world anymore..and home is one of the few

5f2f8c12ea12200884ca483bec55216f-2Yes, I totally just went 1997 up in this bitch and quoted THE song that was played at every high school bonfire, filled the bottom of everyone’s AIM profile and was quoted throughout college while waiting for summer break. Why? Because it not only brings me back to a time when my biggest concern was trying to stay far enough away from the fire to not smell like an ashtray but close enough to keep warm.. but because truer words could not have been sung. And also because I just saw OAR perform with Phillip Phillips and honestly, any guy with a guitar: I’m single.

I remember leaving the Cape every fall to drive through Boston on my way to college. I would look up at the tall buildings and sparkly lights and say to myself, “THAT is where I’m going to be someday. I’m going to be living in that city, making millions of dollars, living in a fabulous apartment with this super chic job where I get to travel all over the world.”

And now I totally am. Well, kind of. I mean I made it to the city but I’m poor, live in a studio and definitely don’t have a super chic job. I do travel a lot, but I spend 90% of that travel time alone in a hotel room watching Law & Order SVU and eating room service. But whatever, I ate cheese from the good side of the store tonight so honestly I’m living like a King this week and have zero complaints.

So, what’s my point here? My point is that I did all those things and then some. And yet still, for some reason, that place I so desperately wanted to leave for the “big city” is the place I literally dream about being Monday-Friday while I’m stuck in the office. Knowing that no matter where I am in this world or what I may be doing, I have a place I call home and I’m always welcomed with open arms every time I walk into it. And what’s even better than that is that I CHOOSE to be there over anywhere I’ve been and hope to go. I may have had to leave home to realize how great it was, but trust me I have.

I have been to some really great cities, parties and events. I mean I’ve taken my father on an all expense paid trip to the Super Bowl in New Orleans, partied on the 50 yard line at Dallas Cowboy Stadium, spent weekends in wine country, learned how to paddle board in Puerto Rico and went snorkeling in the Bahamas. And even after all of that, nothing excites me more than getting in my car and heading over that bridge every Friday afternoon.

To me it’s so damn easy to see
that true people are the people at home.
Well, I’ve been away but now I’m back today,
and there ain’t a place I’d rather go.

Some may laugh at that, or even go as far as to say I need to get out more or get a life. And those people are probably right, and most definitely assholes who need to be hugged more and clearly had shitty upbringings, but let’s try and look past that. If you’re from Cape Cod, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. You could be coming back from your dream vacation, visiting for the weekend from your new home across the country or even just coming to meet a friend for dinner – when you see the arches of the bridge, you instantly feel peace.

I don’t need more than a friends backyard, a fire pit to stand around and good conversation to be the happiest girl in the entire world. Throw in a sweatshirt, some beers and music? Hallelujah Christmas has come early, betches. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve come home with all kinds of big plans to go out to this bar, and go drive here to see so-and-so, but without even realizing; it’s 1am and none of us wanted to leave the backyard because we were having too much fun talking and sharing stories.

So go grab your friends, a hoody, some beers and something to set on fire and just HANG OUT. Forget your problems, forget the bills you still need to pay or that Discovery Channel decided to open up Shark Week with a “fictional documentary” (<– seriously, what the FUCK was that?! Save it for another post, GG…save it for another post..). It doesn’t matter who you are, where you go or what you’re doing – when you’re with your friends you feel home. And just like that bitch Dorthy said, there’s no place like motha fuckin’ home, especially when you’re from Cape Cod. Or something like that.

cause to me throughout eternity
there’s somewhere where you’re welcome to go
I said it’s something free that means a lot to me
when I’m with my friends I feel home.

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The Latest Civil Rights Movement – #CapeGirlsUnite

I had a revelation last night. One that was kind of sad, but totally eye opening. And naturally I’ve decided to tie it to civil rights.

I recently had a gentleman go to an awful lot of trouble to figure out my name, how to contact me and what I liked to do for fun in order to plan and ask me out on a date. As a direct result, I assumed he was a complete and total psycho and began calling any and all mutual friends we had on Facebook to ask about his most recent kills and how quickly one could get a restraining order.

Then I took a step back. Why was I weirded out by someone who went above and beyond to find me then chivalrously ask to take me out? I mean, isn’t this what girls are constantly saying they need and want out of a male suitor? He made a solid effort, picked up the phone and requested my company like a freaking man.

I immediately realized what my problem was. I automatically assumed there was some sort of ulterior motive and that his efforts were nothing but empty words and dead end plans. Why? Because that’s what we’re used to. But not because Cape Guys are dickhead’s, but because we LET them treat us like that, and almost prefer it. It’s a daily toss up of whether or not you want to murder him in his sleep or have his babies.

My favorite character on Game of Thrones is John Snow. Someone asked me why. Outside of the fact that he dated a ginger, my natural response was, “well because he’s good looking, doesn’t give a fuck about anything and has anger management issues/no future. Soo basically he’s my type.” It’s like I would rather lose sleep and waste tears on the guy that doesn’t give a shit, because on the small chance that he does or says something nice, it’s THAT much more gratifying and meaningful. The moment you break through the barrier that is his asshole nature, you’ve never felt more special or loved. Wait, what?


It’s almost like we choose to be treated badly. Oh, you have a job, own a home and want to take me out to dinner? Sorry, I only date poor people with no ambition. If you tell me I’m beautiful and smart, and how lucky you are to date me, I’m going to go throw up in a corner and tell all my friends you murder people in your basement and then wear their skin like a suit.

It’s OUR fault that we end up alone or in 5-year long dead end relationships. Let’s cut the shit! Say ‘yes’ to the guy that maybe makes you a bit uncomfortable at first and say NO to the guy who you’ve been “talking to” for months yet “doesn’t want a relationship”. That’s Cape Guy code for “You’re cool, but I want to fuck other bitches.” Let’s stand up for our right to be treated like queens. We’re done, ladies. #CapeGirlsUnite

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GG Does The Real Cape Music Festival


So all of you are well aware by now, this past weekend was The Real Cape Music Festival at the Cape Cod Fair Grounds. I wasn’t sure what to expect upon arrival early Saturday morning because I had been out of town all week and knew there was still a lot to be done before we opened the gates. And also, the last time I was at the Cape Cod Fair Grounds, I had accidentally taken ‘shrooms and threw up on a Carnie. So as I’m sure you can imagine, I was nervous. Both about accidental drug ingestion and Carnie’s.

I immediately knew it was going to be a great day because I found this super cute rain poncho that matched my adorable flower head band, and also there were golf carts. Hippie’s girlfriend and I claimed one and put a ‘VIP’ sign in the front so everyone knew we were important. I only hit one person, and it wasn’t a child. That alone is enough to constitute the day as a win.

The weather sucked but honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I mean, I just felt like it was SO “Woodstock-esque” and it was absolutely the closest most of the people in attendance had come to a shower in weeks (I’m basically only referring to Hippie here).

The bands who performed were unreal. Regardless of weather, there’s nothing better than live music, outside, in the summer on Cape Cod. Everyone was in such great spirits even though they were covered in mud, sometimes cold and often huddled under small tents. It was so great to see all of our fans and supporters in the same place enjoying what they’ve helped create. Our favorite part of all of this was sharing it with you!

My second favorite favorite part (outside of the food I got from the Fiddlesticks truck because that shit was bomb) was telling everyone that the mermaid on all of the festival posters/signs/tickets/passes was supposed to me. I have no validation that this is the case, but she totes has red hair and I hold shells up to my face like that all the time so honestly, whose to say it’s NOT supposed to be me?

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Another thing I enjoyed doing was talking to people who had no idea I was the Glitter Ginger upon meeting me. I love to start conversations about myself, pretending I’m not myself, to hear what they have to say. Then if they say something bad I can be like, “well I’m the Glitter Ginger and this is my music festival. Literally I’m like, on the signs, so get the fuck out.” Just kidding, I’ve never done that but I’m totally going to start.

Thank you to all of the performers, vendors, organizers and followers who came out this weekend. Also – huge thanks to the kid who volunteered as bar back that kept giving me two drinks, even though I only ever asked for one, because that was clutch.

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Pink Power Ranger + Rando Watching Karate = the last 3 days


I had a weird weekend. And by ‘weird’ I don’t mean what I’m sure you’re all thinking; that I got white girl wasted and like fell out of a tree or something. Well, that did happen actually, and in addition I somehow managed to lose my car, break my shoe and wake up with a frog.. but that’s not why my weekend was weird. I did a lot of self-reflecting due to the fact that I have some family shit going on, I’m super stressed at work (yes, I have a full time job outside of talking shit on the internet) and also I cut ties with someone I really didn’t want to. So what did all of these events lead me to realize? Buckle up and pay attention ..

An act of kindness, no matter how small, should never be underestimated or wasted. And also that you shouldn’t share cell phone cases, secrets, trust, a bed, or for fucks sake a freakin’ turkey sandwich with someone you don’t trust.  #TrueTalk

Before I get all philosophical on you, I’ll begin by telling you that this revelation came to me while smoking pot in some couples house I had never met before, chugging mudslides and staring out their living room window like a fucking weirdo. It all started because I was 1 – stoned off my ass, but 2 – because I was with my “little brother” who had taken me out all day in order to cheer me up. He doesn’t tell me these things, but I know he worries about me. Not because he like, cares, but because he just really wants me to stop sleeping with his friends. And also I usually pay for stuff.

Anyways – mid blunt-pass, I watched this couple’s elderly neighbor hand pick and plume a bouquet of flowers from his personal garden, arrange them in a vase, and walk them over just to put a smile on her face. That simple gesture, that took him no more than 10 minutes, completely made her weekend and I’m sure put a smile on her face for the next week when she walks into her kitchen to see freshly cut flowers on her table.

Bravo, Falmouth Harbor Romeo – you taught us all a lesson on Sunday afternoon – and that lesson is how much I love flowers and mudslides.

The other revelation I came to this weekend?

I fucking miss the ’90s.

Like, a lot. Seriously, though – what was better than the ’90s? I mean, I guess the ’70s or ’80s depending on what you’re into.. but shit, I’d give at least 6 of my toes to bring some of my favorite things from back in the day around again. Skip it? VHS’s? Paulie fucking pocket? SAND ART?! Think you can cook a lean cuisine in an Easy Bake Oven? I just feel like I fit in better then..


 This picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything in this post. I included it because it’s hands down the most random thing I’ve seen all day. Outside of the woman next to me on the train ride home watching karate videos on her phone.  

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True Talk Tuesday: Sexting & Break Ups


Both questions this week happen to have come from men. Neither of which I know personally. Which makes me happy because they seem like fucking weirdos.

Since your totes a celeb now, will you accidentally or drunkenly be posting any nude selfies? P.S. Please dont let Hippie do that.

Dear Chester-the-Molester,

Let me first start by saying that if you think I’m a “celeb”, you need to get out more. I’ll then follow with why the hell do you want to see nude pictures of anyone, let alone me? Who gets off to still-frame’s? This isn’t the ’90s.

Though I once was told by a friend of mine that she’s seen “more dicks in my phone than in real life”, the answer to your question is no. I would never take a naked picture of myself for many reasons, those reasons mainly consisting of the fact that I don’t even want to see myself naked, so why would I put anyone else through that torture? Also, with my luck, that shit would be spread around faster than Hippie guzzles jack and coke’s.

Stay creepy,


Onto the next;

I’ve been dating this girl for a couple of months now but just don’t see it going anywhere. There’s nothing wrong her and she’s great, just not for me. How do I break it off without being a total dick?

Dear Forever Alone,

There’s really only one way to end this without looking like a prick, and that’s to tell her you have some sort of STD and/or you’re gay. Don’t believe me?

Trust – regardless of how you end it, homegirl WILL tell you and all her friends you’re a dick. Why? Because we can’t fathom the idea that you don’t think we’re perfect and how could you NOT want to be with us? Clearly there’s something wrong with YOU.

While I know how ridiculous that sounds, that’s the way the cookie crumbles, bro. Rejection sucks and girls need to label you a prick in order to get through the pain and heal their wounded ego. Well, that and wine. And food. And vodka. And food.

So although I’m not telling you to like, do anything rash or fall off the face of the planet, I do recommend some sort of minor injury or perhaps an STD of some sort so that you ending things is only because “you care so much and only want the best for her”. Which is basically anything other than you.

Good luck dickhead,


*Remember to submit your questions via Facebook. Everything submitted is kept anonymous and answered in a nonsensical, moronic fashion. 

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Part II: I jumped out of a plane. On purpose.


So we left off with NNF and I heading into the sky with the sole purpose of plummeting towards the ground at over 150MPH in Part I: I jumped out of a plane. On purpose.

NNF and I were setup back to back, him looking out the front of the plane, I the back. It took about 10 minutes to reach proper elevation for jumping, and the view on the way up was hands down one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I kind of got lost in the view, being able to see Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket, Province Town and even Boston. Then, without a word of warning, the door opened and I saw “I <3 Aruba” jump out of the fucking plane.




*Dude guy captured my reaction to NNF plummeting towards the ground – also please note how super safe the inside of that plane looked

Being the bat shit marine he is, NNF naturally did everything he was told NOT to do when jumping. Rather than leaning your head and body back in order to balance yourself for free fall, homeboy leaned forward in order to flip his way to the fucking ground.

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*Here’s my view right before I step onto that little black sliver they tried to tell me was a “platform” – NNF backflipping his way back down to earth


*This is his view, taken at the same moment – if you zoom in I’m sure you can see me screaming in horror as he flipped his way down like an asshole

I should have freakin’ jumped first. Seeing him go, and then flip through the air, all while looking down at the ground and feeling the pressure of 15,000 feet was almost too much to handle. So naturally I just flung my body from the plane and screamed like the red-headed banshee that I am.  This was hands down one of the most frightening, exciting and adrenaline pumping moments of my life. You can totes tell by my facial expressions.



Eventually, after what felt like 45 minutes, my instructor pulled our chute and we shot back up into the air. Here is when I confirmed that I will never go bungee jumping and also I’m not sure if I can have children anymore. Those harness straps are no fucking joke.

The view while soaring through the air was stunning. I was given control of the chute to sail around and look at the Vineyard, the Islands and the view around us. It was breathtaking.


Then I began to scream in horror as I saw NNF spiraling towards the ground about 200 feet ahead of me. I shouted “IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THAT?!? IS THAT NORMAL!?!?!” Of course it’s not fucking normal. He was holding down one side of the shoot in order to plummet towards the field spinning like a piece of shit you flush down the toilet. Fitting.


I soon realized he was actually doing that on purpose and calmed down enough to take in the last few minutes of falling time. Here’s where I started to panic – I need to now somehow land. As I began to descend, I saw NNF waiting for me on the ground and got even more nervous because I knew that if I didn’t stick this landing perfectly he would 1- scream at me if I dislocated my hip again and 2- he’d never let me live it down.

I fucking nailed it. Two feet, perfectly on the ground like a fucking gymnast. I was PUMPED – you might as well call me Kerri Strug – minus the leg injury. So actually, never mind, just call me GG.

I was so proud of myself. For landing, for having the guts to jump out of a plane, for not throwing up and also for not pushing NNF out of the plane like I kind of wish I had now.

Thanks to Skydive Barnstable for having us, keeping us alive and for documenting the whole thing. I highly recommend going to them if you’re ever looking for a thrill like skydiving or potentially murdering your ex-boyfriend.

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I jumped out of a plane. On purpose.

DCIM999GOPRO*my facial expression when dude guy asked if I was excited 

I should have known the crazy shit I was getting myself into by joining The Real Cape Family the moment I agreed to meet a bunch of drunk dudes in a random side room of The Beach House restaurant in order to ‘talk business’. My most recent “what the fuck am I doing?” moment these gentleman encouraged me to do, was skydiving. Oh, we need some new material? Let’s push the ginger out of a plane, that’ll DEF get some hits. [insert all ‘gingers don’t have souls’ jokes here].

As encouraging as all my TRC brothers were, none of them were willing to partake in my latest crazy idea (vagina’s) – so naturally I asked my Nintendo-No-Friendo (NNF) to come with. Seeing as how he’s a complete and total pyscho, he signed his ‘accidental death’ waiver faster than he guzzles Bud heavy’s. *author’s note – I’m currently not speaking to No-Friendo, partly because he let me jump out of a fucking plane but mostly for other reasons, however this story would not be the same without including him in it so you lucked out, bro.


Anyways, naturally within the first 20 minutes of our happy little day I got us lost because I forgot the address to the airfield. Then we randomly hung out in the wrong airline hanger for like, 15 minutes, while NNF taught me “Jenny Lessons.” “Jenny Lessons” are when NNF makes me sit and listen as he explains random shit that I clearly have no use for like how to kill someone with a pen and the difference between the magnetic north and the true north. *another authors note: I actually found the whole magnetic north/true north lesson very interesting – that has nothing to do with anything relating to this post. Unless one of my readers is a pilot in which case teach me more, I’m single. 

I was well into a lesson when some rando came bombing around the corner in a golf cart telling us we were in the wrong place and to kindly get the fuck out and stop touching his shit.

Back in the jeep we piled, up a sketchy ass dirt road to a trailer filled with shirtless men and dirt bikes – Momma’s home.

From here we watched a safety video and were told 9,321,308 times how serious we needed to take the landing portion and how dangerous and easy getting injured was. THIS is what I was most afraid of. I was extremely nervous about sliding upon impact and dislocating my hip again. That and the fact that I can’t even walk and chew gum at the same time and this man expects me to have the coordination ability required to land gracefully from a 15,000 foot fall?

Excuse me, sir, but I can’t even do a cartwheel without kicking myself in the back of the head. I mean, you’re talking to the girl who literally almost died making a grilled cheese sandwich last year (Cuisinart Panini Press: 1, GG: 0), but nothing was holding me back. NNF could tell I was getting nervous because I was pacing and extremely silent. I’m never silent. You think he’d be thankful and relish in the rare occasion but no, he instead insisted on talking to me about dragons and some bullshit about Brazil, I think, I don’t know I can’t be sure because I was honestly just trying to focus on not throwing up.


NNF and I had previously discussed that I should be the first one to jump, because he was worried I wouldn’t go if I saw him first. He was fucking right. Unfortunately, the way the sketchy ass plane worked, him and his instructor needed to be in the front of the plane in order to balance the weight, so I had to jump after him. Once again, I tried to focus on not throwing up.

So there we stood, suited up in our harnesses, waiting for our turn – there was a couple jumping before us. It was at this moment I decided to take a picture just in case we didn’t make it and realized that we looked like fucking reprobate hipsters. I mean, I typically always wear something shark related but really with the Aruba shirt, NNF?


Then I spotted the couple who had just gone up, parachuting down towards us – they got closer and closer and looked like they were coming to the ground WAY too fast. I covered my mouth and held onto NNF because I was confident we were about to see two people splatter like insects. The girl landed like a fucking champ but the guy slid on his ass and tripped up the instructor. Great. That’s going to be me; rolling around on the ground with a dislocated hip and two broken legs in T-minus 5.

NNF talked me back into sanity and reassured me that I would be fine..into the plane we piled and up we went on our 15,000 foot journey above Cape Cod and the Islands…..

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 *The look on my face the moment I climbed into my metal tomb..I mean airplane..perfectly captures my level of excitement

…stay tuned to find out how my landing went and whether or not NNF jumped willingly or if I pushed him.

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