Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Women Are Crazy

I’ve been around the internet in some form or another since it began. My husband is an IT professional, so even when I was uninterested in using it myself, I was aware of it in a contemptuous, sneering sort of way. At that time, only computer geeks and gaming dorks used the internet.

At the risk of sounding like an aging dowager…I remember when you had to pay by the minute and you had to use a proxy service like AOL or Compu Serve. I also remember hitting the roof when I found my husband had racked up a $400 AOL bill playing a now antiquated, but then cutting edge RPG.

When the information superhighway exploded I was a young wife with a new infant who had quit her full time job to stay at home and care for my baby. Like everyone else, I was looking for something. I got on the net to find some way of connecting to people like those I had once encountered daily with no thought to their presence in my life, but whom I now missed dearly in my isolation.

What I found, were message boards. People talking to one another about anything and everything. Expecting Club boards, Playgroup Boards, Debate Boards, Recipe Boards, Book Club was a dizzyingly diverse array of people, opinions and knowledge. I was dazzled and immediately drawn in.

Now, many years later, the internet has evolved and with it, my perception of those who populate it.

What I have learned, is this: Women are crazy.

Now, I don’t mean dress your doggie up in evening clothes and serve him snausages at the table kind of crazy. I mean, Single White Female Crazy. Squeaky Frohm crazy. Munchausen By Proxy Crazy.

But I have also learned that for every mean, crazy, desperately unhappy woman out there, who needs to spread the misery, sorrow, and discontent that poisons her soul, there are TEN women of immeasurable kindness, incalculable generosity, inexhaustible strength, undying passion, and unceasing tenderness.

For every woman is who Texas Cheerleader Mom crazy…there are ten who are give the mortgage payment to a homeless family so they can have a Christmas kind of crazy. Drive 500 miles in the middle of the night because a friend found out her husband is cheating on her kind of crazy. Sell everything she owns to finance a trip to Africa to care for dying AIDS patients kind of crazy. Rent out her uterus to help an infertile couple have a much longed for child kind of crazy.

At times, it has been tempting to simply give myself over to the belief that all women are contemptible human beings. But there are women I have been privileged to know that have taught me that is not so and I thank them for reminding me that I have plenty of reasons to be proud of my gender.

So yeah. Women are crazy. Thank God.

Crazy Woman Canyon, Big Horn National Forest;
As beautiful and formidable as its many namesakes.

(This is a repost from the early days of my blog when only a handful of close friends knew of its existence and the meaning behind this piece. I can't help feeling that it is particularly apropros right now, and I am compelled to repost it. Forgive me for taking the lazy way out today.)


  • At 12:55 AM, Blogger Mom101 said…

    I like the lazy! Give us more of the lazy!

  • At 8:44 AM, Blogger Kirdy said…

    Lazy rhymes with crazy rhymes with.....

    Hazy. My recollection. Thought the last time I read it I was certain I was on one side of the coin, and now I *think* I'm on the other.

    Either way, it's a nice read. Was that $400 back in the days when we drove Fred Flintstone cars? *ducking*


  • At 12:25 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    i read it for the first time, and completely agree. a) lazy is good. totally. b) if you want to see some serious-ass crazy, check out the chatrooms. then get your tubes tied. (because, like, i am so *not* crazy like that. ehem)
    p.s. i laugh every time i read your "Dear Diary" diatribe and "About Me" section. (yes, i am serial reader) awesome...

  • At 2:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    and again a big HI. Yes women are crazy. One in particular.


  • At 2:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    and again a big HI. Yes women are crazy. One in particular.


  • At 2:08 PM, Blogger nina michelle said…

    reading it the first time I was in a different place in my stung with sad truths and and tearfully I read though it...

    I have softened now. I remember less emotionally. And I identify more with the good crazy. I believe we all possess both kinds of crazy... I will hold tight to the hope that the good crazy will always be more expressed, more pronounced in all of our lives.

    I liked the reread B.A. it is a great way to reflect on personal changes one makes throughout our journey.


  • At 5:05 PM, Blogger Norma said…

    It's a good post. When I first started blogging I had trouble finding women worth reading, but that doesn't seem to be a problem now. And I try to click through the crazies.

  • At 8:57 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    And now, dear readers, you may understand why I felt compelled to repost this piece.

    Anonymous, three words for you...Single. White. Female. Seek help.

    Oh kind defeats the purpose of signing in as "Anonymous" if you sign your name.

  • At 10:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I just can't be bothered registering and you know me well enough to know I have always owned my own words.


  • At 10:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    oh did you forget, I am not single?
    (yes, I get the reference to the movie)


  • At 11:34 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Aileen Wuornos.

  • At 11:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    you arecomparing me to a serial killer? all I can say is Ykes you relly have morphed.


  • At 12:56 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    If the crazy fits.....

  • At 6:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    "Are you suggesting that this is a knife that I hold in my hand? Have you gone mad, my Louise? Or is it I who am mad? Yes, of course, that's it. I AM MAD! I'm always losing things and hiding things and I can never find them. I don't know where I put them. That was a knife, wasn't it? And I have lost it...I must look for it, mustn't I? If I don't find it, you'll put me in the madhouse. Where could it be now? Perhaps it's behind this picture. Yes, it must be here. No, no - where should I look now? Perhaps I put it over here. Yes, I must have done that. My brooch. The brooch I lost at the Tower. I found it at last - you see? But it doesn't help you, does it? And I'm trying to help you, aren't I? Trying to help you to escape. How can a mad woman help Louise to escape?...Yes, I am mad as my mother was mad. "

    Just as Paula escaped Gregory you too can escape the BA. Just don't come here anymore. There are no gaslights on the www. It is all in your head Louise, because in the end; We are all CRAZY!!!

  • At 5:51 PM, Blogger IzzyMom said…

    lololol..there's a lot of truth in that post.


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