Over four months ago — back when QOS was a halfhearted celebrity gossip site — I woke up one morning and realized I was sick of blogging about celebrities.
As a matter of fact, I was sick of pretty much everyone else, too: the mouth breathing, gum snapping clerks at Wal-Mart; my passive-aggressive mother-in-law; the greasy-haired pervert at the gas station who stares at my chest when I stop in to buy cigarettes; my husband (some days of the month); the Prozac-powered mommies of my son’s schoolmates who are constantly trying to get me to volunteer for one stupid activity or another… the list just kept getting longer. Meanwhile, I’d noticed that my martini consumption had increased dramatically, while my interest in blogging was plummeting.
So I asked myself, “Self? Why not combine the two things you love most: bitching at people, and drinking martinis.” Hence, I give you the newly reinvented Queen of Snark: a place where all of those vodka-fueled inner thoughts get unleashed about the idiots who piss me off.
Oh, sure, I already do that sometimes on Electric Venom, but there you have to put up with a dose of politics, news and other crap (and, believe it or not, I try to keep my language clean over there).
Here? It’s all snark, all the time, baby. So, if you’re easily offended, fuck off. This is MY place.