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I am Heidi Anderson, a foxy feminist atheist skeptic fat chick, wife, and mom with a hard-core science fetish!
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Hell yeah!!!! The Spartanburg Spark, the alternative press in my town, has named me one of THE people in Spartanburg to follow on Twitter.
In fact, Steve Shanafelt says “In an area not exactly known for looking favorably on sex-positive, GLBTIQ-friendly discussions, Anderson’s tweets are refreshingly unrepressed without being needlessly naughty. And while she’s not limited to the subject — science, atheism, skepticism and personal insight are all part of her charm — it’s the smart smut that makes her Twitter account worth following. Her blog is pretty good, too.”
That’s right motherfuckers, PRETTY GOOD!!!
However, I do feel slightly sorry for any new twitter followers who were promised sexually provocative tweets and logged in to only find ramblings of a daughter losing her father.
Oh well, at least they can witness the black humor that is me. Nothing funnier than tweets of me calling my father a fucking rock star skateboarder.
Our family got a dog about two weeks ago. I called a local no-kill shelter (funny, considering we took our bad dog to the yes-kill shelter four years ago) and asked if they had any dogs that were good with kids. They told me about a four year-old, male poodle/bichon mix they had, and my son and I went to visit him.
He was absolutely adorable, we adopted him (although I think we could have gotten a chinese baby girl for less money) and I have once again become a dog person. The same woman who can not sleep with her husband now shares a bed with a warm pile of fluff that loves her unconditionally, never slaps her and screams for juice, never punches kids at Montessori, and never talks. Ever. About anything, but especially not about Lego Star Wars.
So what is a white, liberal/bordering on socialist woman with an extremely high IQ(email me – I will tell you!) and sense of social justice to name her dog? Well at the shelter his name was Kiko. I did not like that, so I changed it to Biko. You do know who Biko is right? Stephen Biko, the South African anti-apartheid martyr that Peter Gabriel immortalized in his mid 1980’s song of the same name?? Of course you don’t because I am not only smarter than you, I’m better.
Only this week has it occurred to me that perhaps it is, oh I don’t know, slightly douchebaggy to name your dog, an all white dog no less, after the hero whose death mobilized the anti-apartheid movement in South Africa. I bet his children and grandchildren would think, “Thank you, oh beautiful nice white lady. It is only through you naming your dog after our father do we feel his memory truly lives on. Thank you for carrying the torch of freedom throughout the neighborhood of Fernwood, in the magical land of tolerance, Spartanburg, South Carolina.”
If I die tomorrow, please have the dog carry my ashes in a pouch on his body, while Peter Gabriel’s Biko plays throughout whatever secular meeting hall you can reserve. I think that Stephen Biko, who died in the custody of the South African police who were not held accountable and claimed it was suicide (he beat HIMSELF to death) would approve and say that we are indeed brothers in the fight against evil.
