The Big Time
Posted on December 27, 2005 Posted by John Scalzi 10 Comments
According to BlogPulse, the “Being Poor” entry is #6 in the Top Blog Posts of 2005. Naturally I’m pleased to see it got some traction. I also see that Cherie Priest shows up on the list twice, at #10 and #14. It’s like we’re the king and queen of the Internet Prom! Or something.
That is because y’all are teh coolest kids ever, and we all want to sit at your same table in the cafeteria at lunch.
And thank you for posting this–I wasn’t reading Cherie back when she wrote “The Great Stop F—ing Him Post,” so I just now read it, and again, can I just say how much she rocks?
Yeah, she’s my secret Internet crush. Shhhhh. Don’t tell.
Wait — whoa. What? Seriously?
[:: runs to go check ::]
Congratulations to both of you, but the really important question here is:
What would the King & Queen of the Internet Prom pick for their Coronation Dance?
Certainly the standards like “Colour My World” or “We May Never Pass This Way Again” wouldn’t really fit.
Can you slow dance to Kraftwerk?
I dunno. Reading Priest’s “The Great Stop F—ing Him Post”, I kinda feel she is preaching to the choir. Are there that many women who totally disagree with the reproductive politics of the man they are sleeping with, and yet continue to sleep with him? I must have missed something…
Cherie talks about both posts here. That may give it some context.
However, I don’t know if “preaching to the choir” matters. When I wrote “Being Poor” I wrote it because I wanted to write it. I didn’t know or care if anyone else bothered to read it. In both our cases, the piece got our far beyond the usual “choir,” as it were, because other people posted the link on their sites. You never do know how far a piece will go.
Are there that many women who totally disagree with the reproductive politics of the man they are sleeping with, and yet continue to sleep with him?
Yes.
I suspect, though, that the dynamics may not always play out as a discussion and/or acknowledgement of “reproductive politics” as frequently as a discussion of how “I’m not wearing that thing,” or “Didn’t you take care of that?”
Ahh. That makes a little more sense. I’ve never understood guys who dont proactivley deal with the whole birth control thing. Perhaps Georgia’s child support laws are just more aggressive than other places, but I’ve never trusted the rest of my life to assuming my partner is on the pill. I have actually paid for the prescription on a couple of occasions, because it seemed only fair…
Bad omen, really…someone says “prom monarch”, and the next thing you know, there’ll be a spilled bucket of pig’s blood and telekinetic mayhem all around.
One can only hope!