That certainly was something. I'll comment briefly and then resume blogging as usual. I have never been able to define myself (or anyone else) conclusively, least of all by my (or another's) blog. The whole concept is preposterous. Most of us are too complex as human beings to be defined by such simple parameters.
Yes, I am Luminarium, a person who works night and day on websites that cover English literature of the Middle Ages and Renaissance. I'm passionate about tomes that many haven't even heard of. But that is only one facet of who I am.
Yes, I am a silly girl who enjoys fluffy quizzes and memes, including "Which Harry Potter Character Are You" and "Who's your Celebrity Love Match" (Brad Pitt, apparently). But that's only part of who I am.
Yes, I'm a fan of pop culture, who enjoys science fiction, fantasy, television, movies, celebrity gossip, and music that makes my best friend cringe. But that's not all I am.
Yes, I'm an actor who is classically trained to perform Shakespeare, but I also enjoy making the odd horror film and playing a vampire queen. And that's not even half of what I am.
Yes, I'm a poet when the Muse strikes. I love writing sonnets and haiku, but sometimes it comes out as a limerick. Sometimes what I write is pretty good, sometimes what I write is so bad no human being should be subjected to it. And still I'm more.
Yes, I'm a gardener who loves to grow roses, but if you came to my house right now you'd see my front yard covered in unsightly weeds. Because I'm also lazy at times.
Yes, I'm a translator, who translates anything from classic poetry to D-movies, and sometimes even Italian opera, when the feeling hits.
Yes, I've been a web designer, a costumer, an oriental rug specialist, a student, a bum, hamburger maker, a world traveller, a homebody, a dog-mommy, a ballet dancer, a real estate agent, a cashier, a producer, a director, a teacher, etc. etc. etc.
None of these things define me. No one person defines me. If anyone does, I define me. I choose who and what I am, and what I'm worth. We're all more than the sum of our parts.
Needless to say, I found the late commenter's ideas lacking, and the attack on my person and character malicious and without merit. Originally, I didn't wish to engage him, because to do so would have conferred upon him and his thoughts more time and effort than he warranted.
But, I was touched by how pissed off everyone else got, so I thought I'd say my piece too. I'm comfortable with who I am and I don't care if someone out there doesn't like it. As Riykere put it, those who don't like this blog don't have to read it. Goodness knows, there are millions of other blogs out there. Something for everyone.
To quote Jimmy Stewart's character from Mary Chase's Pulitzer Prize-winning play (and movie) "Harvey":
"My mother always said, 'In this world, Elwood' —
she always called me Elwood — 'you have to be either
oh-so-smart, or oh-so-pleasant.' Well, for years I was smart.
I recommend pleasant. And you may quote me."