When my children got holiday presents, we had a rule that they had 48 hours to thank the giver or said gifts would be confiscated. With only hours left in 2017, I guess I should get my thank-yous out of the way too.
Thank you for trying. Even though (for the most part) you sucked, you did bring us April the Giraffe’s baby. Since my mama raised me polite, I’d like to take a few moments to say how much I appreciated some of your efforts.
- #MeToo. You were actually kind of awesome at this one. A game-changer really. I couldn’t possibly list the abusers who had to issue those “apologies”—which, BTW, almost never actually apologized. Maybe baby 2018 could offer abusers a few tips on how to apologize instead of blathering on about how they are so sorry people took it the wrong way, and how much it will affect their family, and how they never dreamed they could possibly be doing anything wrong… How about saying, “I apologize for groping/harassing/assaulting/raping you? I shouldn’t have threatened your family/career/self in order to ensure your silence. I was wrong, and I’m deeply sorry for what I actually did.”
- Alabama. You rock.
- Solar Eclipse. Actually, I missed it, but here’s an accurate re-enactment.
- Weather vs Climate. The good news? Although he doesn’t quite seem to grasp the difference between climate and weather (and despite scientific and government research to the contrary), President Trump has declared climate change to be a hoax, possibly by the Chinese. The bad news? He’s wrong. The worst news? Mother Nature is not amused.
But actually, dear soon-to-be-history 2017, the real reason I have to thank you is the readers who came to my blog in the past year. They rock! I hadn’t actually looked at blog stats this year, so I was absolutely gobsmacked when I realized that so many people stopped by in 2017. Here are the top posts they visited.
Well, that’s it for my thank you note, 2017. I know you did your best, but I’m still bitter about the 427 mass shootings in the US, pumpkin spice everything, how to spend a Bitcoin, and the way nobody noticed Hurricane Maria. And don’t even get me started on that little elf-on-a-shelf creep.
So this is goodbye, 2017. You can keep the eclipse glasses and the fidget spinners. And we’ll always have Charlottesville. But I’m going out with a new year tonight, and I hope 2018 is everything I’ve been waiting for.