One of my favourite people on twitter is Jane-Anne Hobbs. Not only is she the source of the best morning news, she is also an accomplished food-blogger. We made half our Christmas lunch off her website, with great success.
Last night there was some light banter on twitter with another one of my favourite people, Nechama Brodie, about writing your bio and Jane demanded to see mine, which I had painstakingly written and sent off for a recent article for Girl Guides. She took one look, put a red pen through it and told me that it said absolutely nothing about me.
I hate writing bios.
I mean, how much or how little are you meant to say? Do you tell people you like to tweet in the bathroom whilst driving when you’re meant to be working when you have a free moment in your day after having tucked your rosy-cheeked children in for the night? Do you confess to killing off pot plants on a regular basis or being a terrible TERRIBLE cook.
Do you warn people of your ability to only open your mouth to occasionally swap feet and your amazing ability to piss people off and not really knowing how you did it?
Or do you tell people that you have a really, really small heart that is actually quite easily cracked by thoughtless comments. (like someone else did yesterday)
What do you say when it feels like you have a perfectly boring suburbian life and that you are craving to learn something new every day and desperately want to complain about office politics. Crazymad, I know.
Do you admit to always feeling like the fat frumpy person at parties that prefers to hide behind a glass of wine and witty banter?
I am many things as you know, but I am horrific at saying how bloody fantastic I am. It’s really, really hard. And God forbid I should actually believe some of it.
So, I want to challenge you to post your REAL bio either here or post a link to it in the comments section so we can all have a good laugh at ourselves. And by real I mean I want you to say how Absolutely Fantastic you are, give yourself a much deserved pat on the back.
Go on, you know you want to.