Here's the thing with me and tech guys. They think that because I'm perky and have an extremely fruity demeanor, that they have a lot to teach me about computers and the Internet. They think it's a total fluke that I work at a search company. They think I'm backwards because I actually pay for music and don't follow Kevin Rose on Twitter, and completely ignore the fact that I have a blog, am active on all sorts of wacky social networking sites, use my multiple unlimited-data-plan mobile devices for
everything including indexing my grocery lists, know a thing or ten about graphic design, and that I star in several in-product help videos. I was coding HTML before I started middle school, son!
I remember a time when these things impressed guys -- but this was back when I was dating British men who were accustomed to writing their university essays
in pen. Now I have to deal with Silicon Valley types who smile and say things like "Bless your heart" when I tell them that I've optimized a custom search engine in 32 languages, or that I'm becoming proficient in
Clearsilver.
So annoying. One day I'm going to date a boy from the Midwest who can appreciate the hotness of a girl who blogs.
Oh wait, I am now! NOT FAIL.
