As I sat there a c*nt-hair away from the onset of irreversible misogyny, I found my precious little Shy Girl.
Let’s be nostalgic today!
We can customize our page with various backgrounds, pictures, and even songs. On multiple dimensions, we’re able to share ourselves with our peers.
By the time we were in high school, the Internet wasn’t new anymore. However, it was still growing extremely fast and our parents had absolutely no idea how to handle it.
I don’t regret filling in the blanks of my life with what unfolded on the internet. I actually regret not doing it more often.
3. What 9/11 is.
There is this idea that female writers’ appearances somehow are “free game” for commentary, and appraisal of a female writer’s appearance somehow equates into the worthiness of her story. This, of course, is bullshit. Total fucking bologna.
2. Duck tape your mind’s mouth shut.
When your audience is this big, how can you really “know” it?
In the past year I have consolidated most of my online activity onto Facebook. This is as surprising to me as it is to any Facebook naysayer reading this. I used to be one of you.