That Girl Cartier Was Born
In the summer of 2009 I started working for an online dating company. There are plenty of interesting things you learn working for a website such as this. Coding was not one of them, as you’ll soon understand. On the internet, you can be anyone. Take Paige, for example. Paige was some sort of administrative assistant IRL, but online she was known as the sexy teacher by day, medieval fantasy fiction writer by night “Piage”. All the customer service reps assumed that, much like Kanye typo-ed “cray”, she had simply misspelled her own name when creating her log-in credentials. In the spirit of solidarity, we all misspelled our own real names. Tila became Tilo, Brandi became Branki, Poustie-Rothberg became “P*ssy Rock”, and Carter became Cartier. We were already a pretty eclectic bunch, but once the obnoxious names were included we became unstoppable (in our own minds, of course).
That Girl Cartier – Today
That Girl Cartier in turn became my alter ego. Cartier is wild and uninhibited. Cartier books flights to luxurious, far-away places at the drop of a hat. She knows and buys quality. She was a party-crasher until she got invited along for the ride. Eventually, the ridiculous roller-coaster car flew off the rails, but it still seems to be soaring. Sometimes I wonder where Cartier ends and I begin…