Kathleen Stewart

I am a young social worker who likes addressing difficult things because I think people are too awesome not to. I just moved all the way across the country because I could. One day, I want to do international trauma counseling. In the meantime, I plan to become mildly famous as an internet blogger and writer. Loves: diet coke, nail polish, hula hoops, and recycling. Fears: drains in swimming pools, trying to follow directions, scary movies, and the seams on top of socks. 

Age: 22

Email: kathleen.anne.stewart@gmail.com 

What I Do, Job-wise: I’m a social worker currently trying not to starve as an Americorps volunteer. I love working with clients best, although at this job I spend much of my time sitting at my desk and looking at the piles of paper I completely fail at organizing. 

What I Do, Fun-wise: Dance. Paint my nails. Accidentally set fires in the kitchen. Write things. Pet my fluffy cat. Make myself vulnerable on the internet.

Motto: Be real.

My Anti-Motto: Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: I honestly have no idea.

My “celebs to make out with” List: Melissa Benoist, Naya Rivera, Hannah Hart, Taylor Swift. I just came out on the internet, so you can all stop and silently applaud me now.

The Most Played Song on My iTunes: Dance Anthem of the 80s by Regina Spektor.

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Salem Possessed: The Social Origins of Witchcraft, in conjunction with The Four Agreements. I’m really not as odd as that combination of books might make me sound.

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: My newly purchased brown leather jacket. (Refer to picture above.) Because brown is the best color ever.

Beauty Products That I Hoard: I’m super girly, but I don’t hoard anything. You figure it out.

I Smell Like: Hopefully not like apple cider vinegar, which I use along with baking soda to wash my hair since I’m apparently a hippie more intent on saving the environment than smelling delicious.

I have faked an orgasm: Nope.