That's right: The New York Times is reading this blog. I have no idea how they found it. I was operating under the assumption that beyond a handful of friends and family, any other traffic to this site was accidental. I pictured young actresses trying to find that Eve Ensler monologue about what vaginas would wear if they got dressed and accidentally ending up here.
Gentle reader, do I now feel compelled to write about things of more substance and stop posting about Japanese toys and my failures in yoga?
Nah.
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