Not that we don’t/won’t continue to have things to say on the blog’s topics–feminism, politics, society, recipes, even academia–but we, the various Bitches, have each reached a kind of closure of the parts of our lives that the blog served. Sybil has a job she’s happy with, but it’s not blog-friendly. Ding has switched jobs and found a man, for god’s sake. LeBlanc got MARRIED. Taddy claims he hasn’t changed, but he got cancer, recovered, is returning to his real life and (most importantly of all) has realized, I think, that he is a damn good writer. I’m a housewife, and Pseudonymous Kid is old enough now (10 next week!) that he has started to censor what I write about him, the little shit.
We may not all be living happily ever after, but I think we’re all at transitional stages and ready to move to something new.
Ayup. I’ve been ruminating on this question myself.*** You can reference a past life but you must narrate the new one. After enough time with the adopted persona, and the natural evolutions of living, you must change the venue or the conversation.
* All conversations I’d like to preserve if B will let me.
** Unless you are Jill and have sold your soul for the ability to time travel and thus conjure five extra hours out of the day.
*** What do you (I) have to say after ten years of living aloud? How do you (I) address an audience that knows you (me) as a young single mother, when today you (I) are (am) actually married, middle class, and on the eve of your thirtieth birthday? Hi.