The internet is a graveyard for dead blogs; I know this. I also know that I have the severe and distinct problem of not finishing nearly anything I start.
You see why this blog could very easily be a bad idea.
But, I forge ahead, perhaps foolishly believing that it won't fall to the wayside like so many attempted blogs. Plus, how awesomely ridiculous is the pun "Dr. She-Bloggo"?! I mean, why wouldn't anyone want to write under a moniker structured entirely on a meaningless pun from a movie that hasn't been topical in thirty years? Not me, that's who.
Anyways, Dr. She-Bloggo has set sail, and I have thus begun the ritualistic 21st century exercise in narcissism. I will approach every entry under the natural assumption that scores of people are not only reading, but also caring about what I have to say on this giant public form called The Internet. Read my opinions, dammit! I have something to say! I am woman, hear me roar!
My opinions are silly, though, because I am fairly certain at least 80% of this blog will be devoted to pop culture and television shows. Such is my shallow life that I will devote time to consumer-driven entertainment and then write about it. And you, all six million of my readers, will CARE. I've triumphed again, people of Earth!
Unless I don't make another entry after this one. It wouldn't be entirely uncharacteristic of me.