Okay, so I may have winced a little when Jill made her pre-announcement announcement on Friday, because, like, the kids were going to get all excited that they were getting a puppy, and then Mom was going to walk in all, “We’re getting new dining room furniture!” Or, to be accurate, a new blogger at Feministe. But most significantly, not a puppy. I really am sorry about that.
You may recognize me as ACG from such Feministe comments as “Unless feminists, as a statistical minority, manage to arm ourselves and hold the entire world at nukepoint until they agree to change entire thought processes and antiquated archetypes, we’re going to have to have faith in the women around us to be capable of meaningful dialogue and coming around to our way of thinking”; “A message can be sent just as clearly with satire as with sincerity”; and “The only moral boots-over-jeans are my moral boots-over-jeans.”
I’m a 30-some-odd, progressive, cis, white, het, TAB, clinically crazazy, Catholic-raised, quasi-practicing Episcopalian feminist living in sin in the Deep South with my atheist/Buddhist boyfriend and our two dogs, one of which I like. I live and work in the middle of Alabama at a small-to-midsize university and massive health system; it’s not that hard to track down, frankly, but I try to avoid associating them with my personal activities because they’re nice people and deserve better than that. I’m a writer of things in English using the Roman alphabet; during the course of my various jobs, I write marketing and advertising copy, Web copy, feature stories, news, blog posts, and fiction. I’m a refugee of a major fashion-industry publication and still suffer from Stockholm syndrome. I’m a devotee of the Oxford comma and unequivocally condemn the recent AP Style ruling on “website.”
Other things to which I’m devoted: The dog I like. Advertising. Sarcasm as art. Family. Singing along. Purple nail polish. Extended metaphor. University of Georgia football. Tank tops. Personal agency. The First Amendment. The scientific method. Blenheim ginger ale. Oh, and feminism. But mostly the football.
I am glad, honored, and proud to be here. And I’m going to leave it right there, because I want to have at least one post up where people don’t hate me yet. Pleased to meet you.