MM: Aimee Whitman
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Registration Date: 03-15-2019
Date of Birth: 09-08-1979 (39 years old)
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Additional Info About MM: Aimee Whitman
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Bio: My name is Aimee. I'm a fashion designer but my work has never really meant anything like the secret stories I shared with my friends. Modern Material was my Sanity to separate myself from the responsibilities of life. It was a creative outlet and a business, but most importantly, it became a bandaid to help my friends and I heal from our wounds. It was a way to turn the burden of being a shoulder to cry on into a bond that could not be broken....

But all hell broke loose and I broke the hearts of everyone who has ever loved me and everyone I've ever tried NOT to love. Because I thought if they didn't need me, they wouldn't leave me.

These are the stories I've shared with a few of my friends who need friends who understand them. I wasn't always qualified for the role.

My parents divorced when I was 14. They were both having affairs and left me at home to take care of my 11 year old brother and 89 year old grandfather. When my stepfather moved in I was grounded most of my High School career, leaving me to spend my time alone in my room with nothing but music and lyrics to help me get through the lonely nights.


I met my husband Scott when I was 17 and he was 23. When I moved out of the house my attention was directed to helping my cousin and roommate, Stephanie, cope with depression. When I was 19 she attempted suicide for the first time. I realized helping people deal with their problems was not something I was equipped to handle. I changed my major from Psychology to Advertising & Graphic Design.


Scott and I got married when I was in college, adopted a Golden Retriever and built a house. We lived in the center of Ohio State Football, surrounded by people with their perfect families. I never felt like I belonged and I submerged myself in the online communities where I found friends who could relate through the music and lyrics that resonated with me.

In 2005 I met the mother of a 17 year who was suffering from depression. The three of us built a bond discussing music and going to concerts. He went off to college and begged her to home home. The school was full of jocks and he was an artist and musician. Christine called my one afternoon hysterically crying, telling me Mark had just been arrested for trying to commit suicide. I promised her he would be ok, it was just a phase. I was wrong. Mark took his life when he came home for Spring Break in 2007.

I dedicated my life to Christine for the next 8 years. I was the only person who ever understood what it felt like for someone to be unhappy enough to want to die. It didn't scare me to talk about suicide but she needed a reason to keep living without crying every day. We went to dozens of concerts, hung out with the bands, and sold t-shirts and jewelry at festivals.

When my fashion line started to take off, I told her Scott and I were moving to Los Angeles. She begged me to stay and told me things to make me believe Scott might not have been faithful. Not sure who to trust, we packed up our home and left for California the next day.

Scott and I arrived in LA where we didn't know anyone. It was our chance to start over. Away from the emotional circles with Stephanie and Christine, that were always pulling my attention away from him. It was my chance to live MY life.

In 2015 we met a 51 year old man who owned a music club in Hollywood. I asked him if I could put on a fashion show with the bands and he had an idea to open up a store in the club. Over the next 8 months our relationship evolved into something unexplainable. It was never about business and it was never about sex. It was just something that only passion can create. It was our baby but it wasn't human, it was a bandaid.

I took a step back to realize we didn't create a fashion business. We didn't create a music business. We created a bond without the burden of telling each other our darkest secrets. But that bond didn't belong in a journal like my bond with Stephanie. It didn't belong on a t-shirt like my bond with Christine. It didn't belong in a marriage like my bond to Scott. It didn't belong in email or in the music club like my bond with James.

It belonged to everyone on earth who ever needed a friend who could relate to them. Welcome to Modern Material where your material will always be valuable to someone's struggle in life. You can share it here with our characters and tell them how to survive this cruel world.
Sex: Female