Hey, I’m Beth.
Normally you would be reading “About Me” here…but the truth is I don’t know what I’m about anymore. My site got lost to the ether, and so now you’re stuck with whatever I’m about “now” and not what I was about when I created my site in 2006.
Obviously I never hit it big, web-style, like some of those other bloggers who were clickety clakking their keyboards around the same time (and earlier!). But it doesn’t matter – nobody makes a living blogging anymore, anyway. Even the most famous bloggers of my day have all been overtaken by instagram influencers, anyway.
What I was about – and still am about – is writing. Nonfiction. Glimpses into my life – the ones I choose to share, anyway. Sometimes rants, sometimes raves, sometimes bitter, sometimes funny. Often about my work (which itself has shifted and changed over the years, as I’m now 2 careers beyond the museum profession, where I was in 2006). Sometimes selections from my personal life.
When I started this site in 2006, I had just moved from Flagstaff, Arizona, to Phoenix, a Big New City that I Hated. I still don’t love it, for a ton of reasons. But this is where I live. Yes, still. And yes, still against my wishes. Still unsettled, untethered from the south. It’s where my partner got his Ph.D. and where we’ve been “stuck” ever since he graduated into a recession. Air quotes because sure, we could leave…but dual-career things are HARD as fuck. And have never sorted themselves out, so we still call the Big New City that I Hated home, all these years later (14 years now). I still dream of moving elsewhere…someday. I just don’t know when that someday would be.
In addition to place, which is an important part of identity for me, you’ll find here my musings about how this southerner gal ended up a fiercely independent feminist who still feels like a fish out of water outside of the south. And musings about my museum work. About monkeys. About comedy. About trying to survive late-stage capitalism with Hashimoto’s exhaustion. And about trying to parent 2 littles.
Come for the sass, stay for the sarcasm? Glad you’re here. You won’t find any of my social handles down here because I couldn’t care less. If you want to get a hold of me, email me at …@funkyassmonkey dot com.