I think, from time to time, that I should rewrite my “About Me” page to look more like “About Me” pages are supposed to look. I know it’s a little perverse to resist this so stubbornly. On other people’s blogs, I head to the About Me page all the time and greedily read up what the bloggers say about themselves.
One problem is that it has to start with a noun. And nouns are so limiting. I have to define myself as something or someone. Over on the Drunken Menno blog, I define myself as Mennonite but the blog posts are full of angst over that identifier.
For one of my Twitter profiles, I say this:
Thinker, writer, crossword puzzler; reader, cyclist, music lover; post-modern Mennonite, post-Menno modernist; baker, bather, bridge player
But I would have gone on if Twitter had let me.
Thinker, writer, crossword puzzler; reader, cyclist, music lover; post-modern Mennonite, post-Menno modernist; baker, bather, bridge player; mother, sister, daughter, wife; cynic, optimist, critic, bitch; historian, sociologist, quasi-mixologist
And that doesn’t even really include my day job. Or my politics. Or my collection of old silverplate flatware, my great-uncle’s paintings and my grandmother’s postcards.
You see the problem.