“Silent gratitude isn’t very much use to anyone.” — Gertrude Stein
On June 9, 2006, Uppity Rib was born, kicking off a year of pure unadulterated uppitude, bloggystyle.
Uppity Rib may be young, but she’s got as much snap in her garter as a feisty crone. She’s been the soap box for my rants on everything from human rights to intellectual midgets to the tyranny of fools. She’s chronicled a whirl-wind European Vacation, an action figure Christmas, could-be-better home and gardens, attempted first-degree buffitude, the ingeniousness of Fucket Buckets, and occasional pit stops in Kevinsylvania.
But most of all, Uppity Rib has been, and always will be, a my little drop of water in the many waves of: “Feminism — the radical notion that women are people.”
None of it woulda happened without my blogfather Adam and blogmother Lachlan. They encouraged my baby steps, supported me as I stretched my adolescent wings, and then like all good parents, set me free when they realized they’d created a monster. (We sits in the darks and we types, don’t we, my preciousssss…..)
Of course, all good things must eventually come to an end, and when Uppity Rib finally goes offline, she’ll need an obituary.
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Yours was waaay better than mine or Bayou’s! Hers said she’d be missed by an Easybake Oven.
Happy blog-birthday!