Happy Birthday to me. Today GA turns 1.
Time flies on the blogosphere and then it doesn't. It seems like yesterday since GA posted this one year ago today:
I wonder how Dr. Frank Romano is doing? He hopped right out of the coffin over to a post as School Superintendent of Franklin Lakes, New Jersey. Best wishes to Superintendent Romano.
I started to say a lot's happened to GA since Baby was born but I'm not feeling too retrospective-y at the moment. I will say that this small, personal blog has gotten a disproportionate amount of attention for what it really is.
In my view, the reason for that attention is a combo of political opportunism, misogyny and the power of images.
The graphics on this site are no more than visual blog-posts. They are no more sarcastic, wry, profane or vitriolic than any of the comments you will read on any other blog. And fewer pairs of eyeballs find them than the comments on 'bigger' blogs. But these images seem to hit a lot of nerves.
And so a fatwa of sorts hangs on the creator of the content here, and you have the likes of Lane Bajardi (a.k.a. 'Poop Jihadi') fishing for GA material to fight his proxy war on the mayor at the City Council. Really quite bizarre, if you think about it. These folks surely have better things to do than suppress free speech in America.
Is Hoboken still in America?
Not if this guy can help it.
I touched on political opportunism and the power of images. The other reason GA's gotten attention is the fact I'm a gal. Yes, it's true! A double-X. Misogyny is, in my view, the fever that drives the anti-Zimmer fanatics; you can see it in the kind of criticism she gets-- about her looks ( 'Banjo Eyes' the latest) and her capabilities (she's nothing without her husband). Women with too much power piss them off.
But not too much money.
Women with opinions piss them off, too. Betcha a male GA wouldn't get half the shit I do. Maybe one-quarter. Okay, a third.
All that aside... I love doing GA. I write whatever I feel like.
And I hope it's a fun read- entertaining without hurting your brain but (usually) with an embedded message. Like morse code. Minus the morse.
So thank you for supporting this blog.
And if you don't, thanks for stopping by.