Okay, so this blog really clashes with my supposedly Christian leanings, but I just had to feature this today, just because Iâ€™ve seen this blog bookmarked on a friendâ€™s site before. I also saw this blog elsewhere, and it wasnâ€™t surprising that I bumped into her blog when I was researching about the 3 Skypephone.
For what itâ€™s worth, this woman (Girl With a One-Track Mind) is an interesting read and I am surely not surprised that she has been signed on to publish a book. She is more than sex and leather though: she has substance and had been through some rough patches in her life too. The point is, sheâ€™s overcome them, and she is the successful woman that she is today.
I like her because she is an empowered woman. Period.
Excerpt from Girl With A One-Track Mind:
I heard a text message arrive and scrabbled around my handbag to find my mobile.
I looked up to see my friend D peering into my bag.
â€˜What the hell do you need three for?â€™ he asked, somewhat incredulous.
â€˜Ah. Well this oneâ€™s my personal mobile,â€™ I said, pulling out my Nokia. â€˜Iâ€™ve had the same telephone number for fourteen years: how sad is that?â€™
â€˜Thatâ€™s fine, but itâ€™s a bit chunky,â€™ D remarked. â€˜Looks like a brick.â€™
I shrugged. â€˜But it has fast internet access and instant email…â€™
â€˜And the other two?â€™
I picked up my other (smaller) Nokia. â€˜Ah. Well this oneâ€™s my Abby phoneâ€¦â€™
â€˜Your â€œAbbyâ€ phone?â€™ he interrupted. â€˜What, like a Bat phone? When you get a call, Abby Lee springs into action?!â€™
I laughed. â€˜Yeah, something like that: itâ€™s now my work phone. But I got it two years ago when my book deal surfaced and I became very nervous about protecting my anonymity. It was just easier dealing with publishers and stuff, having two different phone numbers.â€™
â€˜And two different identities.â€™
I nodded. â€˜It took me a while to get used to people calling me Abby. I felt so fake at first having that pseudonym, but nowadays I answer to it without a second thought.â€™
â€˜Did it work?â€™
D pointed at the phones in my hands. â€˜Separating out those two parts of your life.â€™
â€˜For a while, yeah: I felt secure in the knowledge that the personal phone was just my normal, private, day-to-day life and the Abby phone was my secret blogger identity â€“ and never the twain shall meet. But when I lost my anonymity last year that all went arse up: the press got hold of both my numbers â€“ and my home phone â€“ and then all my phones rang off the hook constantly.â€™
â€˜That must have been horrid.â€™
â€˜I was freaking out, so unprepared was I. Honestly, I felt like I was having a breakdown: not knowing who was calling me or whom I could trust. As well as the press, people I hadnâ€™t seen for over a decade were phoning me, telling me that the tabloids were on their doorstep offering them money for gossip and photos of me. It was nuts. I couldnâ€™t keep up with it and eventually just stopped answering any of the phones at all.â€™
â€˜And yet now you have three?!!!â€™
Pick of the Week will happen every Monday from now on. 🙂