That is not what she said, but that is what I felt.
I really thought I had a chance this time. Only 25 people entered the contest. I read all the other submissions. Mine was by far the best.
Of course, mine was also the only one not about twenty-something sex and/or dating issues.
Mine was about making a bad career-path choice.
You know, mature, adult decision-making.
Perhaps that was an error. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to the personality of the judge, a twenty-something social-media obsessed blogger who used to work for one of those awful online celebrity-dirt-rags.
And the winning piece was to go on Hairpin, a place for twenty-something girls to whine about bad sex and beauty products and mean boy/girlfriends.
Perhaps entering this contest was the bad decision I should have written about.