Month: November 2010


Rather than thinking of this as a belated copy of what everyone else did for Thanksgiving, I prefer to think I deliberately waited until after Thanksgiving to post because we should celebrate gratitude and be thankful more than once a year. So…there.

Now, people I’m thankful for even though I bitch a lot:

My Family My family drives me nuts sometimes, yes. If they aren’t driving you crazy, they aren’t doing their jobs. I know a lot of people who hate their families and that makes me sad because mine is pretty great. Okay, my dad is kind of an a-hole sometimes. But his high expectations have made me a better person, given me a better work ethic, pushed me to fulfill my potential. My mom is kind of crazy but she knows I’m crazy and encourages me to be myself anyway. Usually. My brother drives me absolutely insane sometimes but he probably understands me better than anyone else in the world. He laughs wholeheartedly and it’s impossible not to laugh with him.

My Fuzzy Lumpkins Not to be overly dramatic but it’s been a year of near-breakdowns for me. Okay, so maybe some of those near-breakdowns have been because of my blind dog, but more often than not my blind dog’s unconditional affection is what gets me through or snaps me out of it. Whether it’s purring, face licks, funny smiling expressions, or just rubbing my face on a fuzzy belly, without my fuzzy lumpkins crew I would have lost it a long time ago.

My Clients I won’t lie, there needs to be more of them. But the ones I do have are great. It’s inspiring and validating to have people believe in what I do and what I’m trying to accomplish. It’s humbling to have people really care about the future and success of my business.

The Others You people. You guys reading this right now, leaving comments (or not, as the case may be). The tweeters, the emailers, the sharers-of-inside-jokes. The jerky-eaters and brownie-tasters. The RTers and blog pimpers. You who went from just little avatar picture on a screen to being real person somehow.



Alright, I know I’ve bitched about this a lot already. I’m a “giver.” I know that probably seems odd considering my heavy narcissistic tendencies, but apparently the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I’m constantly sending things to people because I think they need it, they said they want it, it’ll help a condition they have, or just because it reminded me of them.

After spending the weekend making three big batches of brownies and four batches of two different kinds of jerky, I told my mom I was “gived out” and next time I think of doing something so stupid, please remind me that I said I would never do anything like that again.

My resolve lasted all of about a day and I was sending shit out to people again. Money? Sure! Alternative remedies? Why not! Hell, you just want to vent your burdens? I can handle it, I have big ears!

I can’t bitch about this; I am doing it to myself. I’m nosy and tell people I’ll listen to their problems. For hours. No one is holding a gun to my head for my money, I just click-click and Paypal sends it away. People aren’t asking for my food or remedies or anything else–I want to send these things to them. And most people act grateful. It is rewarding. Fuck, I probably do it more for me so I can feel like I’m doing something rather than out of any real sense of compassion.

But it’s true, I’m getting “gived out.” The only person who can change that is me.

Oh well. Time to go work on that Christmas list.

Politics As Usual

I was watching Eden of the East (very good-you should check it out if you haven’t seen it yet) and at one point the main character says, “There are a lot of intelligent people in this country, but none of them are willing to step up and lead the way.”

I thought this was brilliant because I’m always a bit suspicious of anyone who pursues a political career; sure, I want intelligent people making intelligent decisions (as in, decisions I would make if I were in charge, hehe) but I always think, “Who in their right mind would subject themselves to the election process?” Everything is fair game–your looks, your family, your personal life, what you said in college 10-20 years ago, all of it. Everything is on display. In certain cases, if the opposition can’t find anything juicy enough, they’ll just make shit up. Not to play the vagina card but the attacks seem especially brutal towards women candidates–nothing is off-limits.

While this example isn’t an attack nor is the person a current candidate, I feel it reinforces my point (if I have a point, anyway): the other day on twitter, several guys who I respect and are “good guys” were talking about Sarah Palin, whom they generally like and think is hot. However, they had one problem with her: her voice. I don’t remember the exact tweet but it had something to do with “I’d hate to have that voice harping on me for leaving dirty underwear on the floor.” Now, my initial response was, “That’s kinda funny. Boys will be boys.” But then I got a little sad because I realized that (this is hypothetical, love her or hate her just go with me on this for a sec) Sarah Palin could be speaking, coming up with the most brilliant ideas ever, and a large percentage of men in the audience would only be thinking, “She’s hot, but I could not stand that voice bitching at me for leaving dirty underwear on the floor.”

Now, I also occasionally write [nonsense] for another somewhat-political blog. A few days ago the Jefe de Jefe de senores of the blog was teasing me about people speculating what I look like and asking if I ever planned on posting a picture. I simply replied that no, I’m hideous, pictures must be avoided at all costs. Honestly though, this is the main reason why I choose to remain a shapeless anonymous blob:

“When a man gets up to speak, people listen, then look. When a woman gets up, people look; then, if they like what they see, they listen.” -Pauline Frederick

As I was thinking about the picture reveal, I realized that of all the successful/semi-successful female bloggers I can think of (I’m thinking of mostly political/conservative bloggers, but I believe this applies even in a broader sense) I know what every one looks like. And they are all hot to at least moderately attractive. Can I say that about the guy bloggers? Nope. Right off the bat I can think of several who are anonymous. Sure, there are some who are handsome/cute/more-or-less-alright. Some are not at all attractive. Heck, one blogger I really enjoyed and always assumed looked like Jabba the Hutt turned out to be incredibly hot. But is an identity, a profile pic, essential to the success of the male blogger? Nah, I don’t think so.

So you might be saying, “Don’t you want readers? Don’t you want blog hits? Give us a pic!” Or maybe you’re saying, “This sounds like an ugly-girl-with-baggage post. If she won’t post a pic, there must be a real reason.” Or maybe you’re thinking (I’ll admit, I would think this if I were a reader), “I bet she’s a fatty.”

Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. But is my writing any better or worse because I’m hideous? If people read my stuff and like it, I want them to like it because of my ideas/concepts/words. Not because I’m flashing cleavage or have a sexy mouth. And if people hate my stuff, hate it because it’s stupid! Don’t hate it because I have buck teeth and am slightly cross-eyed!

As Doc Holliday once said [in a movie], “My hypocrisy goes only so far.” So I have to admit (though my readers already know this about me) that I’m as catty as the next person. If a person has a picture of their real face for their profile, I assume it’s because they want me to compliment it or rip it to shreds. I’m totally guilty of looking at an avatar of some “hot” blogger and thinking, “Oh my gosh, she looks like hell. I can’t believe she used that picture. And I can’t believe people are telling her she looks good in it.” On the other hand, some of these women are genuinely beautiful. Should they be ashamed of that? Not at all! Should they hide that from readers? Of course not. Am I saying that men can’t read and therefore only look at blogs written by women with pretty profile pics? Nooooo. But does a pretty profile pic help boost hits and readership?

Yeah. I think so.

And that’s okay. That’s just the way of the world. I’m not raging against the machine here or trying to go all feminazi and rail against the chauvinists. I don’t think it is chauvinistic; I think it’s simply human nature. Men love beautiful women. Most men I know love smart women. So if they can read a blog by a smart woman who also happens to be beautiful or a beautiful woman who also happens to be smart, that’s just the icing on the blogcake.

But because it is human nature for men to love beautiful women and women to love being catty, the only option I can think of right now is to remain pictureless.

I want my words and concepts to be the only things that matter in a blog post and I want them to be judged on their merit alone.