Friday, April 23, 2010
friends, Romans, countrymen... lend me your queers.
Ten years ago, in a pre-blog era, I created freedomofpeach.com. I used the site to sound off on pressing issues of the day, such as the assholes who wear patchouli oil as perfume, the homosexual movement behind Teletubbies, and the prevalence of dickheads in trucker hats. While Facebook allows me to periodically vent, the character restrictions are a bitch. I've also become increasingly paranoid about my status updates now that my 'friends' have grown to include the young and impressionable, older conservatives, and former authority figures who probably don't want to be [or shouldn't be?] subjected to my 'cunt'-laden rants. Recently I've come to admire the simplicity of Twatter, but it's definitely not for the verbose. And in a mad rush to assert my whiteness, I abandoned Myspace, which has become the T-Mobile of social networking.
I have been left with no choice...