Pick Me! Pick Me!
True Tales of Getting Lost and Getting Real in Reality TV
Pick Me! Pick Me! is a reflection on how our occupations can define us and how sometimes the person we are at home is very different than the persona we project at the office. Sometimes it’s good to step back and remember who we really are. Yes, the world of casting bad reality shows is unique, but being stuck in a regretful job is universal. I climbed my way out and if I could do it, anyone can!
— Stacy Pershall, author of Loud in the House of Myself: Memoir of a Strange Girl
— John Donohue, former editor at The New Yorker whose articles and cartoons have appeared in the New York Times and Barron's, and who also edited the NY Times bestseller Man with a Pan: Culinary Adventures of Fathers who Cook for their Families. Currently in the midst of a three book deal with Abrams Books (Yay, John!) • All the Restaurants
— Marcus Baram, senior news editor at Fast Company. Articles have appeared in
The Wall Street Journal, New Yorker, ABC News, The New York Observer,
NY Daily News, Huffington Post & more.
Author of Gill Scott Heron: Pieces of a Man
If you’re into books like You Are a Badass and The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, you will get a kick out of Pick Me! Pick Me! If you’ve woken up, not just one morning, but many mornings, over many years, questioning “how the hell did I get here?” you may find comfort (and some laughs) in Pick Me! Pick Me!
Thanks Mark Manson for confirming what I took so long to learn: eventually you need to get out of your own way and that may mean get out of a business that makes you feel as worthless as wisdom teeth, an appendix, or male nipples. As Mark says, “In life, we have a limited amount of fucks to give. So you must choose your fucks wisely.” I finally chose.
Thanks Jen Sincero for preaching that “so often, we pretend we’ve made a decision, when what we’ve really done is signed up to try until it gets too uncomfortable.” I now realize I was rubber-stamping my stifling inaction by restfully snoozing on a bed of nails until I eventually realized my back was full of bloody nails. Ouch.
Please take it from me, internally yelling "Pick me! Pick me!" like someone auditioning for a reality show and expecting someone or something, somewhere, to hear your screams will get you nowhere! No one is going to swoop you off the worn path you’ve been crawling down for years. No one is going to pick you to walk a different path, to help you make a move. You gotta do it yourself. You’ve got to make that move. You’ve got to Pick You! Pick You! …or don’t. Just be a lazy ass and stay there, if you want.