To complain for a second: The Sugar Hill post is the first time I have attempted to embed voice or video files (of my own) or add footnotes. The whole process could not have been more of a pain in the ass if it tried!
Reductress has been one my favorite things on the web for a while. A satirical women’s news magazine with categories like “Thoughts” and “Womanspiration,” Reductress has skewered everything from rape culture to the “please unfriend me” social media trend. I have to stop myself from “liking” every one of their Facebook posts, like an obsessed psycho.
Some of the best and most incisive send-ups are those that poke fun at the “crazy” stuff women do while actually satirizing the way that women are forced to navigate their personal and professional lives around men and their habits and desires. See “Power-Hungry Woman Asks to Turn Down AC,” which comments on freezing office spaces, women’s perceived bitchiness for stating simple requests, mansplaining, and more. Read more
I’ve had my semi-regular identity crisis and have changed the blog’s name. Third Drafts is meant to capture the in-progress nature of most of the site’s posts. I’ve always used the blog to record interests and practice styles in pieces that have seen various degrees of crafting and editing. Now, almost four years into blogging, I’m pleased to have generated a body of work that is more, though sometimes only by a degree or two, than amusing ideas in my head or scribbles in my notebook. One day, I hope to draw some of these disparate sketches together into larger wholes — smoothed and polished and not drafted but done. For now, though, the blog will continue being mostly works in various stages of completion.
I’ve made some cosmetic changes, too, because I wanted to shake things up a bit and simplify the look of the site.
Also, tinkering with all that stuff is a great way to avoid the contents of the rest of your life.
The blog is not the only thing going through some upheaval. Normally, this is the time of year I’d want to be wrapped up in a blanket with a mug of hot liquid and a good book. But it’s hard to enjoy the pursuit of comfort when everything around you seems wrong.
I woke up to several droppings and liquidy grossness inches from my face on the pull-out couch. Further investigation showed a few pellets down the side of the mattress and on the floor as well.
Mom: “It’s something, but not sure it’s a mouse.”
I didn’t want to think it was a mouse either, but realistically, what were the alternatives? Cockroaches? Bat? (Maybe I’m now a vampire?) Read more