Kat unleashed
If you’ve found me from my old blog on the IJ, I hope you like my new “home.” If you’re just discovering me, welcome.
So, if you’re wondering why I’ve unleashed myself, well, it’s as simple as this: I’ve decided to take my blog in a new direction — more posts, shorter posts, edgier posts (meaning I might talk a little bit more about masturbation and porn) — and I wanted the freedom to do that (without making a bunch of biddies get all bent out of shape). You know we kitty kats just hate to be tied up (except when want to be, of course)
You may also notice that I’ve had a few, uh, nips and tucks; hey, the blog is two years old now, and it was time for me to update my image. I’m not getting any younger, after all. But I refuse to Botox or otherwise augment artificially my humorous and thought-provoking (well, I think they are!) musings on dating, parenting, midlife, work, society, singles, men and women, and, of course my favorite subject, sex.
But here’s another thing that hasn’t changed — I blog because I want to get a dialog going, so I hope you’ll stop by and comment. After all, I don’t bite; just a few nips.
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So, what do you think of my new digs?
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My first few thoughts here:
I don’t want to enter the fray over Tiger Woods and his, what shall we call it, mishap; I feel sorry that the Woods family has to deal with, well, whatever they’re dealing with in the aftermath of Tiger’s early-morning accident and whatever might have come before. But I’ve been wondering about all the fuss over Tiger’s wife. The question being posed by many bloggers/columnists is, who the heck is Elin Nordegren Woods, anyway?
There isn’t much to read about her! they complain (which speaks well about her, if you ask me).
“We’d like to think the best of her, but we simply don’t know much about her,”
But what are they really saying — that if we read about her in Vanity Fair or People or OK! or see her on Oprah that we would know her? Do we really believe that what we read about a celebrity — or his/her spouse — is the truth? Isn’t it the version of the truth they want us to believe, or that we ourselves want to believe? Would knowing more about Mrs. Woods than the little we “know” — that she had a brief modeling career, grew up in Sweden, has a twin sister and is the child of divorce — make us “know” her, and would then somehow explain what went on last week? That we could “think the best of her” (and why aren’t we thinking the best of her?)
What do you think?
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And of course no one knows you’re here just yet. And your avatar looks years younger too. But I’m happy to see Ms. Trunk’s blog on the blog roll up there too, she does have often have useful things to say about biz & life. But I hope all this helps with the freedom we all seek. Cheers & good Luck, ‘VJ’
Twitter: honeyandlance
says:
Like the look of the blog, and eagerly anticipating racier entries
I haven’t heard anything about Tiger Woods (except that there is something to hear) – I try my best not to pay attention to stuff like that but I’m sure the coverage’ll get so major that I’ll be exposed to it eventually. It’s funny how we’re shocked every time a celebrity has any sort of problem, as if they were supposed to be immune and have now disappointed us.
Twitter: dadshouseblog
says:
Kat – the new digs look great! Looking forward to your musings here.
As for Tiger… rumors are swirling that he had an affair, and his wife went ballistic when she found out. Hearing all that, I suddenly want to just give them their privacy. They’ve got some shit to deal with! And if that rumor is false? It’s their business, and no one else’s. They aren’t parading their lives on TV like Jon and Kate did.
Much nicer site!
I’m not one for celebrity gossip stories, but the abuse in the Woods case and how it has been ignored has stuck in my mind.
What if Tiger Woods found out his wife was sleeping around, then bruised up her face, then chased her to her car with a golf club and then began beating on his car with it.
People would be screaming to have him arrested. Yet, Woods’ wife did all of those things and nobody seems disturbed by that double standard.
Nice new place. Lots of room. Good new pic, but will take a while getting use to.
Twitter: KatWilder
says:
Thanks, VJ. I’m still trying to figure out WordPress, CSS, blah-blah-blah. This is freedom!?!
Yes, well, Honey, give me time, give me time; racy will come.
I, too, couldn’t care less about celebrity. My real question is, why we presume we “know” celebrities, you know?
Dads — Thank you! thanks for stopping by. As I said to Honey (and I’m still figuring out how to reply here, good lord!), my interest isn’t in Tiger or his wife or any of the lot; I just wonder why we think we “know” anyone by reading about them in the media. I don’t even know you guys!!! (except, yeah, I actually met you, so in this case …)
Steve — thanks for the nice words. We don’t know if anyone abused anyone, so let’s not jump the gun. I have no doubt women abuse men about as much as men abuse women, but, hey, innocent until proven guilty on this one, OK?
Mike — Thanks. The pic is, uh, a work in progress. My artist friend has agreed to give me a sly smile, and return my eyes to green (nicer color!) And maybe give me a wrinkle or two — I look too, uh, young! Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
Twitter: kissnblog
says:
Nice new house, Kat. Will you be featured in that porn mag for the design set, Architectural Digest?
“….Wilder’s new residence reflects her Bauhaus ethic without the ostentation of genuflecting thoughtlessly to the less feminine elements of that school…”
Oh. Not that kind of porn?
Thanks, Wombie. Yes, I did the decor myself, sort of recessionary Salvation Army-chic (actually, the theme is “Rusty Grunge,” thanks to Chris Wallace, and doesn’t that just say it all. Feeling a little like that myself lately). As for the porn, well, I’m very good at genuflecting on tasteful faux-tiger fur rugs … as long as there’s some tasty to, uh, genuflect before …
Twitter: kissnblog
says:
Little known fact, Miss Wilder: a bit of slap and tickle on an animal rug removes rust and updates grunge. That’s what I call win-rawwwr.
Lots edgier, Kat. I like it. The IJ didn’t seem the proper venue for a tell-it-like-it-is modern woman.
I’d spend more time exploring your new blogospheric location but I have to go visit the dryer and separate out my wife’s clothes for her trip down to Monterey for a 5-day silent retreat tomorrow. God I hope I didn’t toss her bra in the dryer…she hates it when I do that.
The silence around here will be a retreat for me, too. Time to revisit your new blome.