Plum Crazy

I had a novel experience today. Someone linked to my post "Why I Am a Feminist" in a Yahoo! group (referrer logs are wonderful things). Actually that was rather novel too, but it isn't the novel experience. After reading the post, a man commented that I was "kind of bimboesque." He wasn't actually being insulting, per se, he said he was "intrigued" by it. Now, no one has ever called me "kind of bimboesque" before, but I was highly amused. Then perusing the last few days of posting on my blog I realized the following:

• I posted a picture of my new Bobbi Brown makeup.
  
• I wrote about how much I loved a dance club that has shut down.
  
• I wrote about a soap opera and posted a picture of the Barnabas bobblehead.
  
• I opined about what shoe designers certain philosophers would like.*
  
• I discussed the types of things that would make me melt.
  

Good Lord, I can see why someone might think of me as kind of bimboesque!

*Although how many bimbos would have even heard of Bentham and Hegel, let alone be able to make a pun in a dead language. I mean, I ask you.