As riveting, in terms of spectacle and intrigue, as the actual real life of the Internet feminist may be, I am reluctant to reveal too many details, lest the reader become over-excited by the awesome scope of it and have to be hospitalized. But trust me when I say that an unusually large glob of events, circumstances, matters, and occasions are concatenating around here, and that I appear to be at the hub of it (if an Internet feminist may be said to be at the hub of a glob). As you have perhaps surmised from my undernourished, Twisty-Lite postings of late, I’m blowing off the blog, for an interim of indeterminate duration.
By “blowing off” I mean “not writing very much stuff,” or possibly, “writing not very much stuff pretty intermittently, which stuff will probably turn out to be stuff hardly anybody gives a crap about.” You know. The usual.
For instance, right now I gotta go interview a 22-year-old self-described Rodeo Pageant Trophy Winner (which trophy is, apparently, “a beautiful Smith & Wesson cuff bracelet.” I surmise from this cryptic admission that her big win was at a prison rodeo).
Grieve for me.