It’s a scandal. It’s an outrage. It’s positively shocking.
Shocking, but true. My blog in which I dump my internal monologue about being a 20-something single female trying to find my place in the world is narrated by a man. Believe me, I was just as appalled. So appalled that I broke my first new year’s resolution–to blog more–because I was determined to get to the bottom of this appalling situation. But it turns out there’s nothing to get to the bottom of; the voice in my head that narrates blog posts as I lay in bed trying to sleep is undeniably male.
After a couple of days of not knowing what to blog about–or, rather, not knowing what to blog about next–I had attempted to stash my half-baked blog entries away in the back knee-wall closet of my mind so I could get a night of much-needed sleep before a busy day of work (the first in almost a month). I even tuned into some mindless reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel Air in order to assure my wit was thoroughly starved, that my blogginess might stay at bay through the night. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than I heard it–no, him. Continue reading