I know sometimes I write things that make it seem like I don't like Dooce (ie. the thing about her peeing Dom Perignon and having a pet unicorn, or pointing out that I'm prettier, which probably isn't even true if you were to see the unWarholized version of me) but that's not the case.
I am just wildly, insanely, passionately envious. I heard she makes $40,000 a month blogging, or something crazy like that.
How about she just makes $36,000 a month, and I could make the other $4,000? I think that's reasonable.
I will say it loud and say it clear, Heather B. Armstrong is a GENIUS and an inspiration to us all. I'm not just being an ass-kisser when I say that either. I've only read her blog twice, because my jealousy keeps me away, but it's obviously Good and she's clearly a Marketing Genius, because I even know her full name (and I'm not stalking her at all, she's just everywhere I go).
I just wanted to clear up that I have nothing against Dooce personally, and any teasing or trash talking I do is a product of my own envy because I want to BE her. She is the Oprah Winfrey of the blogging world...and that's the job I want.
edited to add: Alright, I went and clicked my own link to her and I also think she's a better photographer than I am. Does it ever end? She's like a classier, more talented, successful version of me. Grrrrrr. Maybe I don't like her.
I bet I have a bigger laundry couch than her, so there.
I also bet that I can out drink her. That counts for something.