There are many accomplished women in the world. Women who knit, cook, take lovely photos, decorate cakes. They blog about these accomplishments and the world looks on in wonder.
Then there are women who raise three sons to adulthood and do it with no discernible gifts or talents. These women reach a certain delicate age and wonder, "What can I bring to the blog table that isn't already there? What can I offer the world? I raised 3 sons for Pete's Sake, I must have something..."
And then it hits us (well, me). For a couple of dozen years we (OK, I) have raised these boys with regular banquets of lectures served up on platters of guilt and seasoned generously with prudishness.
I look at the blog table and amidst all those lovely and tasteful dishes of accomplishments I see very little prudishness.
And I realize. I do have a mission. I do have a goal. It is to awaken the blog taste buds of the world to the delicate and winsome flavoring of a prude.
I am that prude.
(Please note- The Prude will sometimes refer to herself in the 3rd person and sometimes if the Prude is too lazy or has backed herself into a syntax corner, I will go right ahead and revert to 1st person. The Prude begs you indulge her as I get my blog feet under me)
An open letter from the Prude to the Youth of the World.
Unfortunately the Prude suspects the Y of the W may be otherwise occupied tomorrow.