Hear me roar!

This week I got all up on my high horse 'n shit and wrote an email to a friend about a NY Times article. This lead to the friend encouraging me to submit it to someone other than her and after a little tweaking, I sent it along to someone who sent it to the editor of RH Reality Check, only one of the coolest sites out there for reproductive health issues. And now HERE IT IS! I took my ranting beyond the obscure confines of this blog and out into the world. Finally, my brash opinions legitimized by a reputable publication. Oh, you KNOW I've been telling everyone I know about this. Let's face it, it's the most exciting thing I've got going on right now.

Of course, now that it's out there, I can't help but feel that it's not much of a contribution to anything. Why can't I write something positive? Why do I always need to be rocking boats? How many important people am I going to piss off now? I can just see myself in an interview for my dream job and have the interviewer stop and say, "Oh, Heather Busby, where do I know that name? Oh yeah, you wrote that article about how I should take my torch and shove it. Good-bye." Or am I just being paranoid? This is my problem, the perpetual curse of the Sagittarius. I get up on my soapbox and don't bother to hit the censor button and then I worry that I'm going to be eating too much shoe after it's already out there. Am I just being a freak? Honest opinions on the article in the comments. But if you want to tell me I'm a devil slut babykiller who is going to Hell, be prepared to be mocked.