Not only did my year suck in reality, but my blog was an uneven mess. Some writers find their voice during stressful times. I don’t.
Sure, I had some fun this year.
I sold out to the corporate man, or at least Buick, and was a representative at the TCM Classic Film Festival in Hollywood with my much more knowledgeable friend, Danny. Ryan Seacrest doesn’t have to worry about me ever taking his job. (Live From the TCM Classic Film Festival)
I sang about Dreidels for our blogger holiday concert. (The Fifth Annual Blogger Christmalhijrahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert!)
Mostly this year was about sickness and death.
And the Return to New York, which first began with BlogHer ’10 and my wandering of the street all night aimlessly (BlogHer ’10)
Then, again, this wouldn’t be Citizen of the Month, if I didn’t have a few posts with mild sexual content, such as when I had a backache and a boner (Get Back) or imagined bringing a hooker upstairs to meet my mother in Queens (The Dating Life).
Some people really liked this post critiquing “the art of non-conformity,” although when I read my post now I have no idea what the hell I am talking about. (The Three Rungs of the Step Ladder)
By the end of the year, I had finally acknowledged that I could wrap up my year in one word: anger. (One Word)
But for better or worse, the blog post that will be most remembered this year is this innocuous little item about an everything bagel, that was read by more readers in 2010 than every other post this year combined. (The Inconsiderate Breastfeeding Woman)
Thank you for all your emotional support this year. It means a lot.
I told Angela on Twitter that I would buy her dinner if she took this photo while she was in Toronto for Blissdom. I need more male friends.
Thank you, Lisa, for all those delightful dinners at your home in LA, and befriending Sophia. Thanks, Jessica and Suzanne, for those times we hung out. Thanks, Veronica and Di, for your great visit during Thanksgiving. Thanks, Juli, Heather, and Marinka, for our funny IM conversations. Thanks, Kevin, for attending that crazy Whirlpool event with me. Thanks, Karen, for teaching me a little about Zen. Thanks, Isabel, for always good advice. Thanks, Camille, Allie, and Alexa, for introducing me to your terrific books this year. Thanks, Sarah, for returning to your blog after a short absence. Thank you to those who I emailed privately during the uncomfortable times; you know who you are. Thanks to those I hung out with at BlogHer.
And I apologize, Jenn, for sucking you into Twitter.
Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Health and Happiness to all. I’ll be back in 2011.