I got an email about a week ago and, when I read it on my phone, I chuckled to Colin, “Get this… Somebody wants a blog and they want it up in two weeks.” He joked, while sauntering over to me to wrap me up in his arms, “Get the bacon, baby!”
So I waited until I had a moment to call this person back and what do you know, it was a project I could really wrap my brain around. A woman, fifty years old, widowed for five years from the love of her life… And she’s going to start dating online and writing about it. As we chat and she gets me up to speed on her project, I’m furrowing my brow and, “oh honey”-ing her because god… Do I remember dating online.
The endless emails. The deceitful pictures. The pendulous genitals. The deep, hidden issues. The bed wetting.
And as she’s talking to me, it dawns on me, I should tell her about Date Wrecks.
“Have you ever read Date Wrecks?”
“Oh god, yes!” she said, quite enthusiastically.
“That’s my blog.”
“That’s how I got started in this whole business, learning it myself.”
“OMG,” she said. Repeatedly.
We shared a chuckle over it because, for me, it’s still kind of hilarious and amazing when these little tiny morsels of INTERNET FAMOUS spring up. Heh.
So, I’m building her blog. And I’m quite excited about it. Quick and easy job. I’m really looking forward to watching her progress.
So I got to thinking… I really do miss blogging, for fun. For humor. To make people laugh. This place, Freak Bacon, this is a beautiful space for me to work out things in my head and keep track of events in my life. But this isn’t like a funny, ha-ha kind of space. This is more like one of those bars that sometimes has open mic nights and how, most of the time, the stuff you hear is terrible but every now and then, something really beautiful spills out.
So I’m considering making a blog like Date Wrecks, but about the wedding industry.
Because seriously… There is some kind of really fucked up disconnection between what brides want and what compels us to buy things and … this:
Like… Seriously? I can’t even SEE the dresses what with the no-neck, twisted broad, the maxi-pad/shoulder-pad wearing cross-dressing ginger and the unusually tall girl practicing a very elegant remake of Thriller. What the fuck are you guys thinking, wedding industry standard-setters?
So… As with any project… All I need to come up with is a title… The material is there… And will write itself, for sure.
Glad to be back, flexing, writing, making fun of people. All the things I do best. 🙂