MECKLER, Wilhemina M.

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You know I'll fight my corner,
And that tonight I'll call you,
After my blood is drowning in alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold you.

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FULL NAME: Wilhemina "Mina" Maren Meckler
NICKNAMES: mina, min, mimi, willy, m, mecks
AGE: 24
BIRTHDAY: 12-27-1989
CURRENT CITY: New York City
HOMETOWN: Long Island, New York
EDUCATION: University of Pennsylvania, Columbia University
OCCUPATION: tour photographer

FACEBOOK NAME: wilhemina.meckler
TWITTER HANDLE: @mmeckler
INSTAGRAM: @mmeckler
TUMBLR URL: gernblanstein.tumblr.com

COUNTOWN:

5 ordered six crop tops online while intoxicated
having watched every episode of sienfeld at least four times
crying to ben folds
eating an entire box of garlic pretzels in one sitting
using a hair tie to hide my bra straps in my shirt

4 things I feel guilty about ordering take out two nights in a row
watching the time
crying over ben keller
the moments of self pity sitting on my couch after eating an entire box of garlic pretzels

3 people on my recently called list
darcy
josh
ross

2 realities I fear most
having lived a quarter of a life
my parents passing

1 solace
Live music



LOVE SEASONAL:

the best sex you've ever had |OR| your most cringe worthy sexual experience hoping my current love won't be offended so I won't name names(it might rhyme with woody allen). now I'm not much of a romantic, I see things as they are. if I saw a room filled with candles or champagne I'd be more concerned of my possible sacrifice than having sex. it's the simple things that get me. as a touring photographer I've seen a million shows, had my handful of musicians, the works. but I'd known this guy since college and seeing the transformation, I was blinded. he had that 'look at me now' attitude that made me almost forget the person I used to know. it was great, I'm not going to give explicit details but you can have one of his lyrics "And we drinkin' till these women be hittin' the floor bitch / But I'm nicer in the morning I hit the florist" and use your imagination.

the most desperate thing you've done for love
To me, I wouldn't call it desperate but I'm a modern woman. I bought Ben a drink the first time we met. My friends were appalled but who really gives a shit? If I'm interested then I can make a move. Whoever gave that bullshit about when to text a guy or he should always pay for dinner is full of it. I don't regret putting myself out there.

one love or many loves?
This is super vague. is love one emotion? is this romantic love? family love? God's love? Love for material things? Love for culture? I don't know. My head hurts.

an occasion where you've given/received flowers My high school rendition of Andrew Llyod Webber's classic Evita. I was Che and sounded like a dying cat. My dad came with yellow roses. The entire cast got flowers, but no one got yellow roses. It was the first time he'd come to see any of my activities. Two hours later he told us we were filing for bankruptcy. Please don't ever buy me roses.



FAMILY
PARENTS: Valentina Meckler- mother, neuropsychologist
Michael Meckler- retired Yankees pitcher
SIBLINGS: Ross Meckler- brother
-- brother, bartender
OTHERS: Pélè, mutt



I can’t complain. It’s a Meckler family tradition, ending every passive aggressive thought the same way. Even after ranting about the tiniest issue in life, it’s always the same. Maybe I’m turning into my mother, but it’s true. They raised three kids well enough. Back in the stone ages they were both athletes. My dad was a pitcher for the Yankees for three years before he hurt his arm. We’ve been huge supporters of the team since. Valentina’s a little off. Not mentally, I mean she’s a therapist for Pete’s sake, but I don’t think she’s happy like the rest of us. When she was younger she wanted to be an Olympic gymnast but never thought it would happen. Her mother(my bubbe) pushed her into continuing her education even though it was never something she was passionate about. And after all that, they swore to never put the pressure on their kids. My dad never made us play sports, we never had to spend dinner times talking about our feelings. It turned into something we wanted to do. It was probably their secret plan all along. Jagoffs.



LONG ANSWER:

Describe your mother and father's relationship with one another. Do you think their relationship aided in yours?

Part one: Stories Bubbe told me

There's no easy way for me to answer this question straight on, so I figured dissecting it from the beginning was the best way to go about it. Valentina Davis and Michael Meckler. Married --, separated --. My dad has only ever looked old to me. They got married at a respectable age. My career-driven mother wouldn't have had it any other way. They both came from affluent Jewish families. The Davis' more focused on education, while the Mecklers were training their children to be professional athletes. Michael thought in the 'what I gain' as his father did while my mother wanted to give. Naturally the opposites attracted. They found mutual admiration for each other in their passions and were off to meet the families before you could say "love actually". Fearing for his daughter's heart after hearing about Michael's shaky career choice, my grandfather didn't approve. Good sense of character, that's the Davis side. Against her father's wishes, Valentina continued seeing him until she finished her doctorate at his alma mater. It still wasn't enough, their relationship was as strong as ever, Michael wanted everything for her then. He pushed himself into his work to prove he was serious and could give her the life she wanted. Endless training, no sleeping, strict dieting and patience landed him a first draft pick to the New York Yankees. This made my mother ecstatic. More than anything she could have hoped, they were on top of the world. After winning a World Series and Valentina landing a new job at Columbia University, they figured it was time to take the next step in their relationship.

Marriage is a death sentence. This is a child of divorce talking, but I mean it. That day in June was the beginning of the end. My mom has never said it, but I know deep down she regrets it. The summer was bliss, my mother's family had put the past behind them and my parents couldn't be without each other for over an hour. It took a while for her to accept that she was now Valentina Meckler but soon she was embracing the lifestyle. For a whole season she never missed a game. She was his good luck charm and in the winter she found out she was expecting her first child. Children, as it turns out the twin gene is common in her family. Ross and Joshua were born months later and seemed to bring the two closer than even, if that was even possible. But here's where it picks up, all at once. My dad tore his acl during practice, then after three more injuries he was out. Not like a story you see on your yahoo page, it was everywhere. My mother couldn't handle the media attention, it was giving them no privacy at a time where she just wanted to help her kids. They were becoming resentful. Michael blamed her, their family, but never himself. He felt like he there was no way to fix the situation so he went to escape.

Now it gets a little lighter. Literally and figuratively. Every night Michael went out with his college friends. Though Valentina encouraged him to stay active and support his team, those days were behind him. This went on for years. What used to be a wholesome loving, embarrassing marriage turned into near roommates. Their youngest(me!) had no idea what was going on at this point. This confusion went on for years until my mom told me she was staying with my dad because we couldn't afford to change our living situation and it was what was best for us. I don't know if that was all true or she was hoping one day he would actually change. Either way they divorced a couple years ago. We threw a party.

Part two: Points of self reflection and Pringles

I think it would be really silly to say these goobers had no affect on my relationships. There's a lot of my mother I can see. Holding out for change from guys I know never will, that's not just the one you may have read about. Believe it or not I used to try and stay out of trouble. Confident guys are my weakness. It's not even an asshole preference, just something about a guy's guy who doesn't care about feelings in general. They're my ryan gosling. Then there's the small amount of my father. Genetics are absurd. Possible that there might be more than I'm letting on but I don't care to admit that right now. I guess I look for approval in the people I associate with. When I can't find it I'll try to overcompensate or cover it with humor because I don't know what else I can do besides eat my feelings. I like Pringles. This is the end.

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