Having been viciously attacked as a dried up old hag a few minutes away from the grave at Clintonistas for Obama, I changed my blogger identity. Absolutely no one insults me like that unless they spent 9 months in my body:)
Instead of a sweet picture of me with my grandson, I have a wedding picture of me and my sexy English husband, one month older than Obama. My success at seducing my Mr. Darcy to give up home, job, friends, and English citizenship to swim the Atlantic for me reduces my crone credibililty. The silver hair was false advertising.
I no longer give family details. I identify myself as a New York City writer. "Jane Austen is my patron saint and defender. My weapons are mordant Austen quotes such as "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?" I am considering this warning on my blog sidebar: "I take serously my moral obligation to reduce net venom by deleting imbecilic insults with lamentable grammar and spelling. Jane Austen would have been a brilliant blogger.