Dear Not Cheetah, The Masters' starts in Augusta this week. One thing, please: you must win. Please, go ahead and win. I'm tired of hearing about your dumb-dumb personal life and want you to go back to being a golfer. This is America, land of hero-worship and short attention spans. All the people who are vilifying you now won't give a shit about your girlfriends once you win a major. Just win, please, so the gawkers can get on with their lives and the haters can love you again. If you lose, I'll have to endure breathless, aroused talking heads analyzing you and your whores constantly until the next major tournament. Once you win, all this crap will be forgotten and you'll be a hero again because this is America. Get on with it. Sincerely, Not Stacy
I started this blog in February 2010 as a Lenten exercise in discipline. I posted something daily during Lent, whether I had anything interesting to say or not.
I also pledged to myself that I would dance each day during Lent. I walked away from the blog for much of the five years since. I'm inching back.
I am mistakenly called Stacy on a frequent basis by people I've just met, and sometimes by people I've known for awhile. I am Not Stacy.