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Greetings, all,
Bette Noir, here, all fluffed up and honored to be invited to become a RumpRoaster. [I’d like to thank the Academy, and my dear old Gran who probably served up more actual rump roast than any of you can even imagine; perhaps she was clairvoyant] . . . I’ve been a daily visitor and admirer here for some time and even put in my two cents whenever I’m especially moved to chime in. I vaguely recall one histrionic moment, a short while back, in which I proposed marriage to Big Bad Bald Bastard, born aloft, I suppose, on one of his intellectual updrafts. [Hello B4, darling].
I am going to keep this very brief because, I dare say, my life’s story is quite as boring and relatively un-knowable as the next person’s. On the other hand my personal likes, dislikes, mood and peculiar predilections may, from time to time, infuse my observations providing amusement for some and a big, fat target for others. So be it!
For what it’s worth, I am a retired occupational gadfly. My last gig was as a technical writer for a monolithic old dinosaur of a corporation (which qualifies me to translate what geeks and propeller-heads say into something the rest of us might hope to understand). It was quite a lot of fun, though, because the modern corporate citizen is in awe of people who can actually read and write in anything other than short bursts of jargon and acronyms, treating them as welcome visitors from a distant galaxy . . . such work is lucrative, too, because corporations have a tendency to overpay for talents that seem exotic to them. God bless the Corporatocracy.
I am also the lesbian mother of a completely heterosexual, over-achieving son who has presented me with a lovely little nuclear family of his own [ever so glad he wasn’t kidnapped by Fundies to be raised properly]. To some extent I am a product of my times – due to cultural upheaval, an immoral war, Civil Rights battles, assassinations and Nixon in my adolescence, I went through an extremely apolitical period. If anything, at that time, I was a quasi-anarchistic, self-absorbed chucklehead. It was my immature reaction to a very bad chapter in US history. Eventually, I grew out of it and, in recent years I was forced to come roaring back, when I realized that the GOP is forever.
Well now, that’s quite enough to be getting on with . . . as I said, before, I’m honored to be here as a co-blogger and I hope that RumpRoast readers will find my contributions relevant, provocative and entertaining. Please comment freely and call me on it if you think I’m BS-ing, I really do pay attention.
Posted by Bette Noir on 08/16/12 at 12:36 PM • Permalink
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