“Female Atheists Don’t Exist”

Hi my adorable friends!

Just today I was enjoying the blog series “Speaking Out Against Hate Directed at Women” from SkepChicks. It is full of interesting words from well known atheists and skeptics. Being a woman, I very much care about hate directed toward my gender. Only an hour later I myself became subject to sexism. This lovely comment was left the about section of my blog–

I don’t believe female atheists exist. Your blog is basic and obviously popular just because you put a picture of your face, your age and the fact that you are female. Try doing it without that and see how far you get. –Charlie Red, http://www.angryhipster.com

First I felt pure confusion.  How could a female atheist not exist? Why would a lack of faith in god have anything to do with whether or not I have a vagina?  I am an atheist. I also have a vagina.  I suppose Charlie doesn’t believe in me, just like I don’t believe in god.  I feel that I offer a little more physical evidence than god, but we’re all entitled to our own opinions. Though, as  Niel deGrasse Tyson says, “Facts are true whether or not you believe them.”

Next, I thought, “Hey, that’s cool. He called my blog popular!”

Next, I thought about that the word “basic” is a good way to describe my blog, and I’m proud of that.  I don’t try to write long, drawn out arguments against god. I’m not a scientific scholar.  I don’t claim to write an intellectual blog.  This blog is a celebration of life and being proud to be who we are. I am proud to be a woman. I am proud of my face. I am proud of my age.

I started this blog because I wanted to seek out a community for fellow female atheists–and realized quickly that I didn’t actually care if people were male or female or something in between. Mostly I cared about connecting with fellow non-religious folk who are also living happy, well adjusted, normal lives.

I have no doubt that I would be less successful in creating this community if I didn’t include my age, face, and gender. Then it would just be boring.  I’m interested  in making sense of life and learning about others lives.  It’s much harder connect with someone who is faceless, nameless, and personality-less.  So Charlie, I couldn’t be more happy with my blog and its success. Thanks for stopping by.

Proud to be me

Stay Adorable,


Adorable Animals

I have posted a lot about my thoughts and atheist things, but not enough about the adorable animals in my life.

First, there is my Welsh Corgi Kevin. My mom claims he has “English champions in his pedigree,” and any time the queen’s corgi’s are on TV we tell him to look at his cousins. Regardless of the truth of this statement, he is adorable. If you think he looks like a stoned, it’s because he takes morphine everyday for hip pain and is considerably happier after he has it.

Kevin was tired from opening Christmas presents (above)

There is also Patrick’s wonderful cat Figaro.  He is a nice, cuddly sweet guy, but he can also be a big fat jerk. The first time I ever met him, I had set my water bottle on the kitchen counter. He looked at me, he looked at the water bottle, back at me, back at the water bottle, and BAM! Hit it to the floor and walked away.  It’s been mostly uphill since then.  I love him dearly.

The other adorable animal I have in my life is this comic cat. Whenever I’m having a bad day, I just look at Shoelace and smile. He also makes good days better!

stay adorable,