to everyone who has nominated me, or who has congratulated me on getting nominated, or who keeps meaning to congratulate me on getting nominated but just hasn’t gotten around to it yet, for the Koufaxes. Is now a good time to fess up that my real name is Andrew Smallstein, a 20-something dude doing a parody of a radical feminist blog?
I’ve only been blogging seriously–by which I mean regularly–for about a year, during the first few months of which it seemed I was blaming to an empty room. So it’s been very gratifying to discover, after all, that so many people seem to enjoy patriarchy-blaming as much as I do. I especially appreciate the opportunity to have established this absurd public identity; after years spent pretty much in some public eye or other, I’d gotten used to it. I Blame The Patriarchy and its exquisite ballbusting readers have made my transition from scenester to spinster that much more agreeable.
to everyone who has expressed an interest in how I’m doing, life-threatening disease-wise (for new readers, I allude to breast cancer, with which I was diagnosed last fall). Aside from the novelty of having an 8″ disfiguring scar where my favorite boob used to be, and of chemically-induced anaemia, menopause, baldness (including eyelashes and pubes!), assorted bodily function issues about which I am of a temperament too delicate to detail, and the short daily burst of self-pity, I am doing extremely well. Your support has meant a great deal to me. A special shout-out to my sister, who sits with me through 5 hours of chemo every single week. And another to MzNicky for the sanity-saving mantra “it will end” (I recommend this mantra to everyone who is enduring something hideous, such as a meal with your in-laws at a sub-par restaurant that employs polyester napkins, or when your singersongwriter friend makes you go to her open mic).
For the cancer-curious, my situation is this: I have infiltrating ductal carcinoma, also called “twistinoma,” diagnosed at stage 3. I have completed 2 months of chemo #1 (adriamycin and cytoxin). I have 7 remaining treatments of chemo #2 (taxol and herceptin). Following this will be six weeks of daily radiation. Following that will be another year of herceptin. Following that, party at my place! Mark your calendars.
Where’s My Comment?
Ever since the most recent retooling of the discussion section, folks have been reporting that their brilliant analyses aren’t showing up in the comments. While it may be true that Word Press eats the occasional gem, the far more likely contingency is that your post is stuck in the moderation queue.
What has happened is that some word in your post matches some word that my spamulator has been instructed to bring to my attention before publishing (I have had to resort to the spamulator because the blog attracts an absurd amount of comment spam–sometimes hundreds a day). So your comment gets chucked in the queue for my review. I try to moderate these as they come in during the day, but let’s face it, sometimes I actually leave my desk, like to go to the bathroom, or to eat a ham sandwich, or to swing my niece around by the arms, or to stand on street corners yelling at people. I also lounge around staring blankly into space for roughly 26 hours a day. But fear not. Your comment will appear sooner or later.
Now, look around you, find something in need of blaming, and blame it. It’s time for my nap.