The Value of Being A Nobody

It's been an entire day since I made the blog "anonymous." At first I thought it would hamper my style but upon further reflection, the new freedoms I have are quite giddying. I can say everything I think with no threat of you finding me and giving me those sad eyes of betrayal. For instance, comments like these will no longer result in a pipe bomb in my mail box*:

Didn't you wear those underwear yesterday?

Maybe if you weren't so busy surfing the net you'd be able to take care of that little problem called your "personal hygiene."

Those pants make you look fat.

My kids are cuter than yours. A lot cuter.

So, adult acne. How does that make you feel?

Of course, remarks like this won't encourage people to return to the site either, so I think I'll stick to spreading happy rainbows and unicorns across the blogosphere. And really, your acne isn't that bad.

In celebration of anonymity, let's make this an anonymous comments only post. Go for it, kids! What do you want to tell the world? I'll start:

I dreamed the other night that I was getting frisky with Christian Bale in the back seat of a Mexican tour bus. I didn't tell Spike.



*In truth, these are all things I imagine the anonymous voice telling me. Congratulations, now you know my worst insecurities.