Blogging is boring lately. Is it just me or do some of you share the same sentiment? Before January rolled in, I blamed it on the holidays. I wasn't in the mood to expend extra energy for the blog and I knew others were roughly in the same boat. Christmas is rough, people, rough. Christmas is also the reason January is so rough. We're all hungover. Or is it just me? Am I the only one who must force myself to put one foot in front of the other for the entire 31 days of January? Why couldn't January have 28 days instead of February? The planets and their alignment are rude!
Anyway, I've read a few posts that have mentioned blogs are going bye-bye. They say it's been replaced by facebook and other one-liner repositories. Is it true? Could be. In the olden days, like four years ago, people used to save their one-liners on paper scraps until two or three of those one-liners aligned themselves into a cohesive thought. Then people would rush home and write a post about it, complete with fancy wording. Didn't people use to do that in the olden days? Or is that just me? Nowdays they throw their one-liners up to stand by their lonesome.
Well. Here's the deal, the readings of www.rabidrunner.com are down by half. I mucked around in my analytics yesterday. Something I do only when really bored, or when some anonymous gum-flapper accuses me of something, and I want to figure out where they came from. On this occasion, some anonymous gum-flapper accused me of not being a good Mormon. Duh. Tell me something I don't know. However, I would like to point out that good Mormons aren't supposed to go around telling other Mormons that they aren't living as good Mormons. Something along the lines of Jesus' "he without sin cast the first stone" speech. I'm not saying that the anonymous gum-flapper wasn't a good Mormon, no-siree, I don't do that. I'm just sayin' that a little research might suggest that pointing out others' sins ain't such a good idea--definitely not What Jesus Would Do.
So, yeah, the readers are down. You might think I'm sad about this. You might. However, I didn't start this little escapade some five years ago to make up for my lack of high school popularity (oh and did it lack! Don't make me go back!) I started this little blog because I was a bored stay-at-home-mom-with-a-part-time-tax-job-who-liked-to-write-stuff. Over the years, I've found that the more people you have hitting yer space, the more careful, and uh-hem, politically correct you have to be. It's a dang drag to write your guts out and wonder if you'll piss someone off with your opinion, when that's all it is, an opinion.
Now that my readers are down, I can go OFF! Off, I tell ya, off! Should I go off now? I think I will. This anonymous gum-flapper asked me if I felt better because I bashed a good store. She was talking about my criticisms of that one Sexy Modest place. Now, to be clear, I was not bashing the store, I was making fun of the name because of the I-R-O-N-Y of combined names, sexy and modest. There's no irony when looking at them separately. But together? They pack a mean irony punch. So this anonymous person, after meticulous scrutiny from the Rabid's reading-between-lines, is most-likely a high school aged female, with an IP address from Lehi, who may or may not work at this Sexy Modest place. I quote: "If you buy a beautiful shirt here, you will never run into someone else at school wearing the same. The stock rotates very quickly, and the accessories are to die for."
I assumed female because she said "to die for." I assumed high school aged because she said something about running into someone "at school" wearing the same "beautiful" shirt. Now here's more irony: this girl so badly wants to be different. She doesn't want her beautiful shirt to be worn by anyone but herself. She wants to stand out and be different. Yet, here she is criticizing me and accusing me of not living Mormon for having a different opinion. That there is what folks around her refer to as irony. We all must be different, she says, but I want you all my kind of different. In other words, pick a color--any color--just make sure it's a shade of blue.
Megan also brought up a great point. The store has deemed itself worthy of choosing stuff that is appropriately modest by labeling it as such. Megan wrote, "the clothes aren't going to do the job for a gal. The gal has to do the work herself, and that's going to come from confidence and an understanding of oneself." I could go into that store, buy something sexy modest and wear it to church. When someone in authority accuses me of wearing something inappropriate, I'll say, "What? I bought it at that one place named Modest, therefore it is modest." Nope. Sorry. Dudn't work that way. We're required to think for ourselves and make our own decisions. However, if it did work that way, I could establish a joint called "Mormon Munchies," sell hash, dorritos, and a number of opiate derivatives and the name alone would deem it Mormon approved, yes? No. Individuals make religiously appropriate choices--business owners do not. That's my point.
Am I making my point to this female anonymous high school student? No, of course not. It's over and beyond that one. I'm just bored. Remember up above, I said blogging is boring these days? Yeah, that. At this point, I'd like to thank this anonymous gal for giving me something to write about. If she hadn't of landed her criticism here, I wouldn't have had a single thing to write about.
I would like to end on this thoughtful note. Anonymous directed a personal criticism at the readers and me, with this: "Maybe ya'll ought to get off your computers, and venture out into the wide open world before you judge a store by its name."
Is Sexy Modest the wide open world? Girl? I've been India. And if it weren't for my husband and his computer-luvin' job, I never would have gone. A few facts about India: Their population is mostly Hindu and their dress is more modest than the modestest of most Mormons.