Ugh. Am I now becoming one of those mature bloggers? It may surprise you, but sometimes I find myself reflecting and frowning on my past shenanigans in the blogworld. It often leads to me to say in a very scornful tone... "Tsk. Tsk."
I used to be the Sara Palin of bloggers. I whored for attention. Beauty pageant walking over substance ruled the day. Today, you would most likely find me leaning towards substance like Andrew Sullivan, who is WOOFY in my book .
Does this mean I am finally growing up? Or am I just getting too damned old?