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Saturday - December 07, 2002
Crackpots And These Women


Re-launching your site does interesting things. It generates mail from people you don't know telling you with sincere affection how they missed you. It gives other people who don't know you the bizarre idea of offering you unsolicited criticism. Oddly enough, very little of said criticism is regarding the appearance and design site itself (in fact not ONE person has commented on the pink, which I expected to get loads of flack over).

No, indeed, the criticism centers largely on the way I market myself and do business. More than a few people have written telling me that I'm shamefully bad at promoting the services I offer. Still others have commented that they feel the new advertising cheapens the site (what part of "phone slut" is confusing?) One even said I was a bad businesswoman for making fun of Republicans (which is sad - that means even Republicans know they don't have a sense of humor), and then proceeded to lecture me about how the liberals are a threat to the Constitution. Because, you know, the best way to sway someone's ideology is to lecture them.

What I couldn't help thinking is that ALL PEOPLE are a threat to the Constitution. Know why? Because it's a document of OUR LAWS BY WE THE PEOPLE. And if enough of us want to change the laws then we make AMENDMENTS to the motherfucking thing. It's not the Shroud of Turin for fuck's sake. It's a crinkly piece of old parchment put together by a handful of somewhat brilliant, somewhat morally misled old white rich men. It frightens me when tools that are supposed to be adapted and utilized to govern are regarded as religious artifacts. How long before some housewife in Duluth sees an image of Ben Franklin in the frost lining her freezer?

But then again, I have no right to talk, I keep trying to convince myself that Jed Bartlet is the President. (What do you mean he's not? He just won four more years! -- Denial is not just a river in Egypt, folks).



Speaking of which, I NEVER do this, but I have to pass this on: Which West Wing Character Are You. I turned out to be Sam Seaborn, much to my surprise. I always want to be CJ or Toby. *sigh*

The other odd thing about revamping the site is that I've started perusing my statistics again. I stopped because, frankly, it was a tad depressing to realize the site got more successful the longer I ignored it.  However, upon revisiting stats, I happened to notice that this week I got 10,000 visits from salon.com. Curious, I followed a link and lo and behold, some brilliant liberal sex-positive sister blogger had made a few nice comments about me. The Reverse Cowgirl's Blog is the virtual home of the clever and candidly carnal Susannah Breslin. My mentioning her here will NOT generate 10,000 visits to her site, but you know, every little petal on the girl-power flower helps.




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