Dooce, once again.

It’s not because I have written about her [Heather Armstrong] in the past, nor the amount of the cuss word she uses on her site or that she openly attacks her family’s religion (Mormonism). She has even lost points with me: I used to read her blog regularly back in 2004 but dropped her down to dribbles when she turned to the devil and the evil side and made her site to be an advertising pit. (This does not mean that I do not understand her motivation, for one it has allowed her hubby to quit his job, and hey, if you get over 300 comments per post you invest a hell of an amount of time to stay a float with the site, so why shouldn’t she make money through it?)

No, it’s none of the above. When I was cleaning up old RSS feeds of mine today I stumbled over Where is Heather and what have you done with her body? – actually an older post, close to a year ago – but the first two paragraphs threw it all back in place why I enjoy her writing so tremendously: she is funny, witty, does not fear to make fun of herself or others, has an incredible way to pace her writing and a quality in her usage of the English language which borders on aesthetics (never did I think that poop, shit and fuck could get anywhere close to this!) – I do not see her as a modern writer but as a very skilled contemporary one.

This does not make me see her through layers of pink and I do not think any less that she is killing her brain with the alcohol and the medication and that both of them could really not only benefit from some (Scientology) auditing but with it could get answers to those unanswered, shadow filled corners of their life…, that what tugs at both of them for different reasons. But hey, that’s me and I know that a lot – really a lot – would need to happen to have her take a deep breath and to try to look past her old religion, peel it away and to approach this subject as unbiased as possible. I can definitely see some possible humor in the headlines of “the ex-Mormon has found a new haven and is no longer fighting poop but aliens in the cult called Scientology” and all the fans would get bent terribly out of shape.

[addendum : this last sentence is meant to be funny; you can blame my lame writing skills if you did not get it at all, but possibly also that you are either too serious about yourself and life, not a Scientologist but probably all of the above.]