Briefly, Embarrassingly Famous

I was at the gravel pit lake today, watching my belly tan and very professionally observing the shirtless population (mostly men, which is always a disappointment), when apparently two fairly well-regarded blogs decided to write about this one. I found out after the fact, by which point the visitor numbers had done something alarming.

The praise was real and I didn’t know what to do with it. "Worth seeing." "Something fresh in the blog monoculture." One person wrote that she liked the simple but elegant style, the tone of the posts, the look of the whole thing. I genuinely considered whether I was on a drip somewhere, running a very specific fever dream.

Christoph had notes, though. The "FHM tits aesthetic" of the blog bothers him. Which—fair, honestly. I briefly considered downloading a Christian WordPress theme and becoming more pious, more adult, more tasteful. The thought lasted about four seconds.

To whoever wrote those posts: thank you, sincerely, and you obviously had nothing better to write about that day. To the commenters who keep steering my posts into entirely different conversations—somehow that’s also good? Cold water on the face now. Back to normal. Though the question lingers: do I get a TV appearance out of this?