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And pulling up in last place…

Okay, well… hello, everyone! For some unfathomable reason I agreed to be a guest blogger here this week – it’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought and effort Jill has gone through to bring in new voices here, and being asked…it’s just, well. I don’t write. Much, anyway. And when I do, it’s often to moan and whine and complain about the fact that I am writing ;). Like…uh… I’m doing now. I dread putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys, as the case may be).

Still, here I am, so here we go. A little introduction.

My name is Nanette, I publish an international online magazine called Human Beams and I’m fairly certain we both are in the midst of a mid-life crisis, one result of which is a sometimes severe case of belly button bedazzlement. Next year, you see, is a milestone year for both of us – the magazine turns 10, I turn 50, and a few months ago it – quite suddenly – became really, really important to me that by the time we reached those milestones, things would Be Different. I am not, yet, sure how – we’ll have the same focus, of course … human rights, civil rights, social justice, so on – but I am positive that unless something changes I will have somehow failed. At what, I don’t know… maybe in being happy with what I am doing for another 10 years.

I won’t drone on about that for the next week or anything, though… I do have some topics in mind to bring up this week. But first… I imagine that most of you are not familiar with me, and those who are might remember me from the comments sections of various posts (including some here), most often speaking about racial issues, or taking someone to task about this or that thing dealing with race or what I feel is an injustice or whatever. I want to explain something about that – but not just yet. Next post, maybe.

For now, hello and please pass the hormones.


6 thoughts on And pulling up in last place…

  1. Oh jeeze, Louise! (sorry, sorry! I know… me, I get the “no, no Nanette” thing… but, still, I had to say it), now I am going to have to find a chocolate fudge source. And soon!

    I’ve tried my hand at it and, well… the least said the better ;0

  2. 46 next week so I feel you girl! 50’s not anything. We still got it going on. You don’t need hormones…you need dancing (that’s what I always think keeps me going anyway.) =)

    And yes, long ago I too Thought Things Would Be Different. Now, at middle age, I comfort myself with the idea that I’ve kept workign to try to make things different, even if the actual differences may not come in my personal lifetime.

    BTW of course I’m familiar with you. That’s why I popped in to say Hi. Hi, Nanette!

  3. Heh, DonnaD… hi and thanks! 😉

    Hi Shanikka! I’m actually not having such a hard time accepting being 50. Really! truly… for sure. It’s just that I don’t even feel like a grown-up yet, how can I be 50? sheesh.

    And yes, long ago I too Thought Things Would Be Different. Now, at middle age, I comfort myself with the idea that I’ve kept workign to try to make things different, even if the actual differences may not come in my personal lifetime.

    Yes, that’s the way to think of it… and just keep on keeping on, as they say.

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