So why am I angry at myself? Because I'm a big wuss. A namby-pamby scared to go for it girl's blouse.
To explain a little, I had been making one post a day for the last three weeks because I was worried I wouldn't be able to maintain more than that over the course of a year. Having set myself the arbitrary goal of posting every day for a year this seemed like the prudent thing to do. Seemed like it but now I've realised, can I really only manage to write one things a day?
So I will keep posting at least once a day but often more than that. And I have also decided to link to some of my favourite examples of angry on teh internets. Because we all know the reason the net exists is so we don't feel alone in our angriness.
To start off, here's a long angry essay on salon.com:
You have to watch an ad to see the whole article, but it's worth it. It's an anti-anti-feminist rant - part of the ongoing "mommy wars" - so its heart is in the right place. And some damn fine examples of the angry. The money quote:
"But I guess I learned something new about myself in this process: Apparently I am tough enough to kick someone with cancer, but only after feeling bad about it for a while."
Damn, I wish I'd said that about someone who pissed me off.