Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?
Well, this probably comes as a big surprise in your in-box. Most of you seeing this probably haven’t heard from me in years, some of you maybe unfriended me after something I said that you didn’t like, or vice versa, and the rest of you hazily remember me as that angry woman who wrote the Always maxi-pad letter back in the Stone Age.
And now that woman is writing McSweeneys pieces about perimenopause. Which, fun fact, I only recently realized isn’t spelled with an o after the i, so my spec script for an animated hot flashing leprechaun show called “Perri O’Menopause” has even less chance of being bought by Netflix now. Alas, we’ll never know if Perri finds a pot of chardonnay at the end of the rainbow.
I decided to start a newsletter because I have some fun things coming up that I’m excited to share with you all. Social media is problematic, and nobody visits blogs anymore, including me. I have no idea how to even log into mine because a) I couldn’t remember the URL b) I finally remembered the URL is wendiaarons.com c) I wondered if I needed to visit a doctor because of a) and b) and d) I forgot the password. The last time I changed the password was 2010, so it’s probably something like ILUVMARKZUCKERBERG or GIVEMECORONA. If you’re able to hack into it, let me know and I’ll Venmo (modern!) you some cash.
My goal is to send this newsletter out once a week. Keyword: goal. I also have a goal to work out, eat well, and not tweet scathing things to Ted Cruz on the regular, and well. Mama tried. So if you’re up for it, please just stay subscribed. If not, go ahead and unsubscribe. No hard feelings. As my high school guidance counselor used to tell me, I am “an acquired taste, like aspartame.”