Well, even if it is, I'm still going to choose to. (Ha. Ha.)
Admittedly, I'm a shame-faced feminist for not having known about this prior to an hour or so ago. It's the anniversary of Roe V. Wade, and thus, NARAL Pro-Choice is challenging bloggers (for the fifth year, no less) to craft blogo-rhetoric and syntax around the answer to the following question:
Late night movie recommendation: Humpday.
It's thinking girl's smut.
You know what movie still rocks? Clueless.
I find it rather hard to comprehend that there are current tenth graders the same age as it.
A mere 48 hours have eclipsed, and 2010 is already kicking an unprecedented amount of ass. After a decade on the literary sidelines, the exquisite members of the Baby-sitters Club are back in action, according to Jezebel.
In other news, it's suddenly become the year 2002!
There's nothing about my foray into the sphere of the blog that's earth-shattering, to be fair, but after at least six attempted (and, needless to say, failed) blog efforts, this is the one I intend to represent my professional self, my character in and around the Internets, and my rising writing star.
Ok, you can stop barfing now. Just read on, and deflate my ego, whenever necessary. I liked me better as a hopeless, insecure neurotic, anyway.
An uninteresting title, to be sure, to match an equally uninteresting post. Although I am the author, I'd like to absolve myself of any blame on the lame first entry regard. Truthfully, I don't think the first of any blog entries is intended to function as a ground-shaking, Earth-altering piece of news, on any front. (With the only possible exceptions being the big time news blogs, and anything written by Jessica Cutler.)
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