Be the Internet Superheroine You've Always Wanted to Be When I started blogging fifteen years ago, the interweb was a different place. Pictures were difficult to post, and social media did not exist. Words were the game, and I loved the words. Somehow, in all those words, I turned into an internet superheroine with the power of outrageous metaphors and wacky adventures.
Now, in 2019, my aggressive weekly blogging pace has slowed to a monthly pace and there have been years where I barely blogged at all, but I still enjoy putting the words out there and making fun of the Star Wars universe.
But am I a superheroine of the internet? I don't even have an Instagram account. I do have a twitter (@robosunshinejen) which I check sometimes.
For years I have written about little things, human things, silly things, imaginary things. Recently, I started thinking about the idea of the superheroine. What is a superheroine anyway? I define superheroine as a woman who overcomes a lot and does amazing things to make things better. Then, I realized I was describing pretty much every woman I ever met.
When will being a female who does her thing become something normal and not something super-heroic? It's tiring living the superheroine life all the time. . .although the trips to Paradise Island are quite nice. What is normal anyway? Maybe the key to normal is in the future and not the past.
So can I still be the superheroine I've always wanted to be? Do I want to be a superheroine? I gotta feed the brand. . .never figured out exactly what that means. I gotta pump up the likes. . .but I never cared if people like my stuff (see failed playwriting career, see unpublished novel). I gotta be revealing. . .even though I'm quite private. I gotta be something I'm not. . .whenever I try to be something I'm not, I get incredibly annoyed. I don't like being annoyed. I look like a stern librarian when I'm annoyed.
I'd rather keep putting down words.
So in 2019, do these words matter? In the giant massive interweb, they do not.