Content Warning: In this blog post I talk about the portrayal of abortion in old movies and the lack of portrayal in recent movies. If this subject is troubling or bothering to you in any way, it may not be something you want to read.
Content Warning: In this blog post I talk about the portrayal of abortion in old movies and the lack of portrayal in recent movies. If this subject is troubling or bothering to you in any way, it may not be something you want to read.
I realized today that since I promised to write a weekly blog post, I unwittingly promised to write fifty-two (technically fifty-three, you got two posts the first week of January you lucky ducks) blog posts.
I have nothing to say today. But that isn’t completely true, because I’m writing this post and forcing myself to write about how I have nothing to say, which means I do have something to say but it’s about nothing.
Oh look, it’s two weeks into 2018 and I’m still blogging HOORAY! I did tell you I was serious about this whole blog thing though (also I paid for this domain, and that’s the real motivator, isn’t it?). I even have a sticky note on my phone with future blog ideas on it, so if …
We’re only four days into 2018 which means people have already succeeded and failed at their resolutions for the year. But I’m avoiding the topic, what I mean to say is that it’s January 4th, and it’s been three years since my mom died.
Well, I’ve finally done it. I did what every English major grad is supposed to do and made a blog to talk about myself. Hooray for me I guess?