Jen Sincero Touched My But
Multiple times, Author Jen Sincero touched my but — but the wildest thing about this story is that it continues to evolve this very second.
But lets begin where it began, when Sincero first touched my but.
She was suddenly a buzzword in my business groups/FB communities.
“Have you guys ever heard of Jen Sincero …” “You Are a Badass at Making Money … ” Jen Sincero, changing my life, Jen Sincero, Jen Sincero, Jen Sincero.
Not naturally interested in money books, in manifesting money, really, I kind of absorbed the hoopla unaffected. Or so I thought, because there I was one night on my couch, searching iBooks for a Sample of “Jen Sincero, You Are a Badass at Making Money.” (It’s the only way I begin books; I get a Sample, read the first 40 pages or so, and if I like it? I go to my library and get it.)
Opening line: If you’re ready to make more money, you can.
I mean. I’m intrigued.
BAM—Page 2: “It reminds me a lot of how we’ve been conditioned to deal with sex, another gold medalist in the Topics That Totally Freak People Out Competition. When it comes to having sex and making money, you’re supposed to know what you’re doing and be all great at it, but nobody teaches you anything about it, and you’re never supposed to talk about it because it’s inappropriate, dirty, not so classy. Both money and sex can provide unthinkable pleasures, birth new life, and inspire violence and divorce. We’re ashamed if we don’t have it, we’re even more ashamed to admit we want it, we will do things/people we’re not nuts about in order to get it, and …”
WOW.
Page 14: “I see it over and over, the kicking and screaming about how, at the end of the day, what’s most important is spending time with those you love, gazing at sunsets, rejoicing in the laughter and frolicking children, helping old ladies cross the street, and other things money can’t buy, and I won’t argue, but I will ask this: Why the hell does this come up when we discuss the making of money? When did it become an either/or situation? If you partake in the pursuit of wealth, it’s not like you shall never again attend a family barbecue, hug a puppy, or tiptoe through the tulips.”
Jaw agape, I devoured the sample 40 pages, and, oh yes—no doubt, I merrily skipped to my library for more.
They didn’t have the green “You Are a Badass at Making Money.” (I joined the wait list; I wanted to read the book, but not enough to run out and buy it, make sense?) However, our library did have Sincero’s bright yellow, previously released “You Are a Badass” book that I brought home that day.
And THAT’S where Jen Sincero first touched my but.
