I'm so proud. ::sniffle, sniffle::
It turns out this little angry blog - which is really just a place for Country Girl to electronically agonize over the stupidity of humanity, and for me to cut loose with expletives I'm not allowed to use in office email - is actually written at a college level.
It says so right here.
This must be what it feels like when your toddler graduates from preschool... or calls that asshole of a neighbor "Bastard" for the first time. ::flubber::
Admittedly Country, Comet and I collectively have about 18 years of college under our cinched, patent-leather belts, and all three of us were either English or communications majors. So, you know, I guess this should come as no surprise, but the recognition, the affirmation is, well...surprising. So I'm proud and confused.
Consider this: the average newspaper is written at an 8th Grade level. USA-Someone-Stop-Me-Before-I-Blind-Myself-With-Bleach-Today is reportedly written at a 6th Grade level.
Note: For you Gen-Y and younger readers, a newspaper is an arcane form of communication whereby giant sheets of printed paper are stacked together, rolled up, and thrown into your bushes. They contain day-old news and make your hands dirty. Yeah, I know, what's the point?
We blog about cheese and mongooses (classics) and the decline of trick-or-treating and home maintenance.
I wrote my senior thesis, I think, on the Flattening Effect in broadcast journalism whereby sensational issues of the day (OJ, Anna Nichole) are given the same amount of respect, credibility and air-time as relevant, life-altering issues (war, the economy) so viewers come to believe they are equally important.
Hell, if I'd known I could reach "college level" by ranting about the idiocy of Newsweek and posting "Achmed the Dead Terrorist" clips I wouldn't have worked so FREAKING HARD!
Somebody pour me a bourbon. I need to celebrate. I think.