BREAKING NEWS: We Stan a Queen

We interrupt your internet browsing to bring you the following breaking news bulletin: We stan CSG's Vice President of Operations. Read on to find out why one Molly Anderson stan says there was absolutely no choice in the matter. 

Image: Aubrey Hart Words: Brooke Wylie

The May Queen. The Enforcer. The Eye in the Sky. The Great and Good Witch of the Fourth Floor. 

Mollinder. Molz. Molly. Molly! MOLLY! 

Our beloved Vice President of Operations wears a lot of hats and goes by a lot of names. But if you think intimidating Asana prowess is the whole story — and you best not — you missed the boat on Molly. As it happens, Molly’s bright voice is the third thing I knew about CSG. The first was that a writer was needed. The second was that Shannon Fern, a badass by reputation and resume, wanted to meet me. But the third was Molly’s voice, clear as a bell, through a crackling speaker phone. That first conversation with Molly-Shannon Superstar told me everything I needed to know about CSG.

The second, in person this time, taught me not to trifle with Brad about St. Louis Style pizza. It also showed me that Molly was the real fucking deal. She rattled off a list of about 25 story ideas and asked me to tell her which ones had legs. She asked me my favorite punctuation mark. And, given my presence here, I can only assume she decided I would fare just fine — a conclusion I suspect she has regretted every time I’ve rebooted work I haven’t even shown to anyone yet. But one I hope she stands by, because working with Molly, knowing Molly, has been one of the great gifts of my life. 

I stan a productive queen, of course, but what ultimately sets Molly apart is her nature. She moves through life with a quiet confidence and easy warmth that invites confidences. If your heart gets broken, she’ll let you cry in her office and rearrange things just so without making a fuss. She won’t press for details or make you relive it, but she will tell you that everything will work out. And you’ll believe her. 

She’ll send you soup when you’re sad and tell you earnestly when you inspire her. When Molly laughs, you know it’s genuine. If she asks you to water her plants, she’ll make you an Asana task so it’s easy to remember. She’ll teach you how to fish and walk with you to the post office. She’ll Venmo you $1.39 for a Jimmy Johns pickle. 

Molly will order a cup of egg drop soup or just a side of rice to supplement her lunch, because she’s a grown up who doesn’t oversleep and scramble to Asian Fusion 101 every other day, but she still revels in a value add. If you’re very lucky, she’ll collaborate with you on pranks, but collude against you when the moment is right. 

For all of these reasons and so many more, it’s quite impossible to know Molly and not walk around in awe of her. CSG would not be the same without her. I would not be the same without her. So here’s to Molly, long may she reign.