I greatly miss Kathy Sierra. I loved her articles, and would eagerly await the ping of my RSS-reader telling me there was a new one.

Even though I’ve been using the internet and it predecessor BBS’s since the early 80′s (I started young), I’ve only started using my real name online quite recently.
I never thought my real identity was anybody’s business. Nowaways I feel more and more that in some cases I just don’t want to hide behind a mask anymore.

Sincerely
Robbert

Thank you!

Thank you for reposting it! I was actually half a second from putting the link in the repost suggestions thread before I scrolled down another inch and saw it’d already been done. :)

Go Shapely Prose!

I know many of y’all have mentioned that wordpress is great, but what if, say, I think I might want to try and make money off my blog some day? Is MovableType a better place, then? Tips would be great!

YES. Thank you so much for that!

That was disparagingly anticlimactic for me.

Wish me the lucks, Shapelings! :3

I’m thinking of all the times people have told me to shut up, to calm down, that things that I care about or that bother me or that genuinely concern or frighten me are no big deal and I’m just being irrational and overemotional, or that I’m just plain wrong about my own opinions, feelings, or experiences and then later, the same people say “well geez Sugar, don’t be such a victim, why do you give up so easily/ feel so helpless/ not speak up/ never stand up for yourself?”

WHY? FUCKING WHY?!!!! ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKING SERIOUS.

Because you will treat me like an idiot if I do. Because you will dismiss me if I do. Because nothing I say or do will be listened to for the most part, and I have no way of guessing which are the exceedingly rare situations in which it will, so WHY in all the nine hells should I even consider opening myself for ridicule and condescending remarks and then also have my needs or worries unmet anyway?!!!! I actually have a fucking brain, contrary to popular thought, and frankly I find it pretty IMPRACTICAL (oh noes, I know the logicks?!) to make gestures which I know from experience to not only be fruitless, but also to invite more woe upon my head. I tend, in my actions, to attempt to protect myself from further harm if harm’s been done already and I don’t feel I’m in a position with enough advantage to correct it. OH GODS, THE BRAINING. SHIT, IT’S LIKE FUCKING POETRY, EXCEPT WITH MORE MATHS.

I’m running out of sarcastic remarks to type in all caps, but all the exclamation points in the world wouldn’t be enough to emphasize this: We’re. Not. Stupid. Or Crazy. Or Lying.

The world, of course, is stupid, crazy, and constantly lying to us, (that’s everybody us, not just women us) and trying to convince us to take all this bullshit into ourselves (with a lot of success, unfortunately, since it takes a lot of years and a little luck to unplug oneself from the Bullshit Matrix). But it doesn’t become our fault until we willfully refuse to see what is there just because it’s easier. Which doesn’t mean we’re perfect about it, or we don’t get tired, or we don’t sometimes opt out of this or that fight, or pick which issues to care about the most, but it does mean we do NOT get to sit around and pretend the problem exists for nobody just because it doesn’t exist for us personally.