Are you reading my guest blog on Bitch? You should be! It is on pop music! You can read the archives – all in one delightfully convenient, commentable place – here!
Although, seriously, you should just read their entire blog. It is Bitch, people! Bitch! Remember when I was like fourteen years old and I found it at a Barnes and Noble and I was like, “whoa, other people care about this stuff and are thinking about it?” Well, I SURE DO. And am excited that they let me post things there. It is kind of weird, like reality is collapsing, and reminds me of that one moment in The Ring where the scary little girl is totally not-real and in the TV one moment and then in the next moment she is climbing out of the screen and is TOTALLY REAL LIFE NOW, YIKES* except awesome.
*Please note: this is the same feeling I have whenever I see someone talk about or link to or reference this “Sady Doyle” person like she is not just me breaking the exclamation point key on my keyboard with regular and emphatic use. It keeps being weird! I don’t know what to do! I have to convince myself to put on pants every day! Why do people care what I think?! Exclamation points!!!!!!!
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Thanks for posting this! Also, thanks for continued pants-wearing. We’d have a hard time getting your bon mots if you were in the clink.
So that we can keep up with your many efforts, would you be willing to put together a feed of everything you post? For example, look at the miniblog on the side of this site:
http://www.badscience.net/
It’s based on his delicious.com feed:
http://delicious.com/bengoldacre
That one’s a link blog, but you could use the same approach for a all-Sady-all-the-time feed. If that makes you nervous, just think of it as a public portfolio.
Frankly, now I know you’re not writing this pantsless and, like, in a hot air balloon or something, I don’t know whether it’s going to hold the same magic.
I AM RECEIVING CONFLICTING FEEDBACK ON THE PANTS ISSUE.
I MAY PUT UP A POLL.
Also, how do you know I am NOT in a hot air balloon? Granted, I prefer to refer to it as an “airship,” in honor of my steampunk brethren. And I can see how that might cause some confusion.
I’m with McDuff. It’s just not the same if you’re wearing pants.
That is seriously one of the best things I have read of yours – and something I had previously not thought about much.
I for one shall continue to read you no matter what the current location of your pants may be.
Pants or no, whatever keeps you jolly. Just as an FYI, and to contribute to the “Wait, what, I’m an authority?” issue, I just recced your blog to a gentleman friend of mine who is a) a super ally (and awesome in many other ways, obvs) and b) keenly aware of all the privilege he’s swimming in but c) not always sure what to do about that. He had mentioned something about blackface and how to address something he enjoyed that also contained blackface, and I was like, “I know a really smart lady who has thoughts about that!”
I specifically mentioned your abuse of the exclamation point as one of the things I enjoy about your writing 🙂 So there.
Just an FYI, I have had your bitch page favorited for well over a week now. I will go where you are ;)*.
*But not in a stalker way, just to read you’re posting. I do not know your physical location, although I understand you can not be flagged as “there she is, the one with no pants.”
Oh! Is that where you’ve been? Awesome.
Off-topic (maybe on-topic in the sense of Sady publish-ness off-blog), but noteworthy: They’re looking for people to write essays on Dollhouse for a book, to be published (and paid!). http://www.smartpopbooks.com/contest
If you submitted something, I can’t imagine them not publishing you. Your blog post back during season one got me thinking about the show in a new way, and I think your thoughts on the topic would be valuable to anyone watching the show.
(Plus, if we both enter, and I get rejected, I’ll feel less bad!)
I’ve been reading your She-Pop stuff on my trusty google reader, it’s great.
You seriously made me crack up about having to convince yourself to put on pants, because that’s exactly how I feel. And if I didn’t have a job and other reasons to leave the house, by god I would never put them on. So thanks for this validation that I’m not alone.
That one husband-type-person and I got a roommate recently, so I no longer have the luxury of pantslessness. On the bright side, we do now have the luxury of being able to afford to pay both our rent and our student loan payments, which is awesome.