At first, Sophia used to make fun of my blogging, calling it "a waste of your time" as if my old habit of sitting around watching three straight hours of "Lingo" every night on the Game Show Network was useful experience. Gradually, she began to accept my blogging, seeing I didn’t complain as much about my dull life.
Sophia has become the greatest advocate of my blog. She is a frequent inspiration for my posts. She edits my posts. And more recently, she has become my Public Relations person. With all this help, you’d think we’d still be together. But this just shows how generous a person Sophia is — and how desperate she is for me to finally make a normal living.
When I wrote a post about a Jewish celebrity seminar in New York, Sophia actually sent an email to the New York Times. The NEW YORK TIMES! Can you imagine that?
"Hey, New York Times, the most important newspaper in the country, you should read Neilochka’s post on Leonard Nimoy being Jewish."
No response.
When I wrote a post about a mash-up of Jane Austen and the Pussycat Dolls, Sophia emailed Entertainment Weekly.
"Hey, Entertainment Weekly, big-time magazine of the Time-Warner empire, you should read Neilochka’s post on Jane Austen and the Pussycat Dolls!"
No response.
Yesterday, Sophia told me that she sent a link to my "Dating for Liberals" post to some conservative Los Angeles morning talk show host.
"There’s no way he’s going to talk about that dumb post."
"I think he will. It’s funny AND it makes fun of liberals."
"That wasn’t my intention."
"But it does. It must be my good influence. I bet you he talks about it."
This morning, I’m going through my blogroll, like I do every morning, when I get a phone call from Sophia, who’s driving to work.
"Turn on your radio to 1240 AM!"
"I’m busy. I’m reading some blog about someone having sex for the first time in a year."
"Turn on your radio to 1240 AM! The guy I sent your link to just said "Right after the commercial, I want to tell you about this fascinating blog I just learned about." Turn on your radio now. Can you believe it? I’ve never heard him talk about blogs before, ever, so it must be about your blog! Hurry."
I hung up and quickly rushed… well, I wasn’t sure where to rush. Who has an AM radio in their house anymore? I grabbed my cellphone and bolted outside in my underwear, running into my parked car. I turned on the radio. I called up a friend who lives nearby.
"Gary!"
"Huh? What time is it? I’m still sleeping."
"Gary, turn on 1240 AM on the radio! They’re gonna talk about my blog!"
"What the hell…?!"
"Shhhh…"
The commercial was ending. The talk show host was back.
"And now I want to talk to all of you about this incredible blog I just read…"
"Hold on…this is about me…" I said to Gary, as the talk show host proceeded to talk about…
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…two teenagers who just killed their parents and wrote about it in their blog.
