About a year ago--almost exactly a year ago, in fact--I
started writing this blog. I took over from my friend Ada Calhoun, who had
started the blog herself and was moving over to run Nerve’s parenting site Babble.
I didn’t really know what I was doing, and maybe some of you figured that out
and/or left comments about it, but I want you to know that I’ve had fun. Lots
of fun. Ridiculous amounts of fun. And I now have a bathroom cabinet stocked with
lube, some of it in mousse form, which (as any girl knows) can turn your cooch
into Richard Marx.
However, like all good sex, ours must end. I’ve taken a job
at Salon, and though I’ll still be writing for Nerve, it won’t be on this blog.
I leave you in the capable (adorable, strong, firm, soft, loving) hands of my
dear friends Bryan and Nicole. There will probably be new bloggers, too. I hope
you love them. I hope they make you laugh, and question the world, and think
about the absurdity of sex and/or R. Kelly from time to time.
We’ve had good times, you and I. Oh, the David Hasselhoff. Oh, the student-teacher
sex. Oh, the who would you rather game. (Real quick! Who would you rather:
David Hasselhoff or student-teacher sex? Question mark or exclamation point?
Penis or vagina? I could do this forevah!) And should you ever miss me, just listen
to the Xanadu soundtrack. It might be my one regret, leaving Scanner, that I
didn’t write about Xanadu enough. So dammit, please watch this. For you: Xanadu.
