Someday, I want to be able to call myself a "blogger" without feeling like a total toolbag. I want to be able to reference the blog that more than a handful of people read and be all like, "I DID THAT ISH!" Luckily, I like this stuff enough to stick with it, even if it doesn't get anywhere.
My biggest struggle with this blog was my identity. I didn't know what kind of blogger I wanted to be. I'm not a Mommy Blogger because I distinctively lack offspring. I'm not a tech blogger because the only thing I know about technology is "Buy a Mac. Problem solved." Also, I know "HUSBAND!" when something is broken.
I had an epiphany a few weeks ago that the thing I get the most joy out of is calling shit like it is. When people have problems that they're mulling over, there is often a simple solution. Furthermore, they usually know the answer, and just need someone to make them admit it. This is what I like doing. Also, I like profanity, offensiveness and offering to sell other people's children.
From these thoughts (and a little *read: A TON* of prodding from the wonderful @TheNextMartha and @unxpctedblessing on the Twitterbox), I put together #SnarkLine. We officially meet on Tuesdays at 9 p.m. Eastern Time, but the hashtag gets people to me all of the time. We have been checking in with each other pretty much nightly, and that is kind of awesome.
So, if you're sassy, ridiculous, friendly and unoffendable, come join us. On our first night, we talked about trauma, anxiety, divorce, blow jobs and selling children. It really doesn't get much better.
Also, if you're having a tough time, you can reach out to me (@maternallydamnd) or use the hashtag #SnarkLine at any time and we'll be there for you. We promise to make you laugh and pat you on the back while calling you a dumb bitch. This is what friends are for.
#SnarkLine. It's like your therapist, but with more cursing.
As always, it's hip to be square (and snarky!), kids.