the smell of my desperation has become a stench


We here at Dooce headquarters decided late last week that things around here needed to change, that perhaps a new look and a more focused eye to the future would be good for everyone. After several design review meetings equipped with floor-to-ceiling white boards and freshly copied visio documents, we managed to push this iteration through the required channels of approval. Our bandwidth choked, our plates piled with high-level cycles, we moved forward ever careful not to reinvent the wheel.

You see, late last week one of the more technically-inclined members of my family found my website, serendipitously enough just after I posted an anti-Mormon diatribe Friday afternoon. They are devastated, and I’ve come to understand, rightfully so. I think that both my family and I have been living in a dream world when it comes to sharing who I am and what I believe. They raised me with the best of intentions, with so much love and protection, and wanted me to live certain principles. However, over recent years I have abandoned all of the religious teachings they tried to instill in me as their youngest daughter and sister. Obviously enough, this does not bring them much joy.

I want to publicly apologize to my family for shocking them and for hurting them. I should have shared with them who I really am, openly and unabashedly. I love them dearly and only meant to celebrate our idiosyncrasies as a family., however, will continue to offer up the best in expletive-laden religious and social frustration. This is who I am, just now I will leave my family out of it.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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