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Written by  Lucy Pepper

This is Unkempt Women, a site where a bunch of not-normal ladies write and draw and think and create whatever they damn well please....

 

They are quite unkempt, mouthy, not-normal, and lovely.  Every last one of them.  Some of them you have already heard of.  Some of them you haven't.  Some of them will remain anonymous.  All of them are writers, journalists, novelists, long term proven bloggers and/or artists.

I wanted to create a space where we could come and do ANYTHING a bit different from what we might normally do, to be free of the constraints of our own websites or employers or usual audiences, to try something different, to get some fresh air.  Sometimes, I get an idea in my tiny mind and I want to blog about it, but that idea is a bit different from what I normally do - maybe it's me being SERIOUS, or maybe it's a recipe - sticking a recipe in the middle of my blog just wouldn't work. It would break the flow of idiocy. Sometimes, I just fancy being really REALLY disgusting. I did have a separate area for some comedy p0rn once, but it instantly got listed in p0rn listings along with my name. Since I published my recipe book for kids a couple of years ago, I do get some squidlets coming to my site. Obviously, squidlets and p0rn don't mix, so I had to shut down Harriet Hole and her Farm-Based Filth. I didn't do her often enough to justify her own website, but it would have been nice for her to have somewhere to do her business (she'll be back). I thought that MAYBE, other lady bloggesses and writers and things might feel the same. So, I asked. And they did.

 

Blogging itself has changed, too. So many of us just don't keep up the steady blogstream like we used to, much of the time because blogging has brought us real work to do....and as your posting rate goes down, so does your findability... findableness... er... visibility (living in forrin for too long does this to a girl's inglish).... some of us have given up blogging almost completely, but still get the occasional urge to put something somewhere and have it read. Just sticking it into a page floating about in space isn't going to have it read by anyone. Sticking it in a vibrant, buzzy, loud kind of website, populated by a disparate bunch of lunatics lovely set of ladies, however, will help it to be read. So THAT'S what I've turned Unkempt Women into.

 

You may wonder why it's just a WOMEN thing.  Well, I keep hearing that the internet is chock full of men with hardly any women.... and that we on the internet are all housewives, blogging in little support groups, saving each other from madness and suicide.  This is utter HOGWASH. There are LOADS of talented, brilliant, clever, funny, writey ladies in the world who aren't suicidal and don't do macramé, but the myth won't die, so I thought a loud concentration of the boobed sex would help to quash it.... and, anyway, "unkempt people" doesn't sound so good.

 

Here there will be a great mix of STUFF... its only unifying character being that it's here and it was created by an XX.

 

You are very welcome.

 

 

 

Last modified on Saturday, 05 December 2009 21:06
Lucy Pepper

Lucy Pepper

She is the one that is built this place.

Illustrator, faux animatrix, author of "O Livro das Receitas Nojentas" and all-round layabout.

Website: lucypepper.com
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1 Comment

  • Comment Link Alice Moore Saturday, 05 December 2009 22:09 posted by Alice Moore

    Hahaha, I have a very similar pic of me and Jeff Capes from 1982! We did a sponsored run at our school and the poor sap had his photo taken individually with EVERY SINGLE PUPIL. All 1000 of us! The things people do for charity.

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