25 and considering a new career: exotic dancing

When I was 15, I remember talking to my girl friends about the future. We all agreed that by 25, we'd be married with children, making more money than our parents, and happily cracking the spatula at the house keeper. There'd be private jets and tennis bracelets and stables and trips to Paris. Doing MUCH BETTER than our parents. In fact, we might even be famous.

But here I sit. In Beverly Hills adjacent. That's right, "adjacent." With a bank account no where close to the size it'd take to get me out of adjacent and into the 90210. At the lowest tier law school possible, making $13 an hour listening to stories about botched boob jobs and dirty surgical instruments, with quite a few romantic possibilities, but no contenders for "married with children," 25 is nothing like it used to be.