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Hello... I'm not back on this blog. I'm just here to reiterate why I moved platforms. I like writing at the same place as my fiance, it's easier to do new email subscriptions there, and the writing community is much more alive there. But neither of our blogs are pay-walled.  Everything we post is free to the public. Some people choose to pay for to subscribe, but that's an optional feature for those who feel inclined to support our endeavors. I do have no plans to ever paywall my substack.  It's a different place, and has taken used to posting over there, but I love that there's more outreach and community! Most of my fellow bloggers have long ago moved over there so it seemed about time to do. I hope you, my reader, will join us and continue to have quality, free content you find value in.  You'll find me at: As always, feel free to email me at keturahskorner (at) gmail (dot) com

Moving to A New Platform

  It's been a good few years here. I've loved blogger, saw it while it was a thriving community, and watched it slowly shrivel up. I tried to hold onto the platform as long as I could, out of sentimental reasons. But it's clear that it's lost its luster. I've decided to commit to substak for now. My fiance writes there , too, and it just seems to be the place where all the writers are at. Plus there's ways to make money off the writing (doubt I'll ever make much, though. I'll always be in it for fun!).  Let's stay in touch. I'll still be blogging as The Social Porcupine. Just instead of blogspot, it's substack now. 

The "Trad" Woman: A Satirical Commentary on Women's Twitter Culture

  (somewhat of) a satire It might be old news, but women are frustrated . Unfortunately, they can’t blame men anymore. They tried, they won, and now their rights are safeguarded by nuclear threat, and by the brains of nerdy, effeminate men willing to bring home the paycheck and change the newborn’s diapers. There just isn’t time anymore to open the car door or pay attention to which side of the street she is walking on. His picks up his dirty underwear now, but he also won't share a sock drawer anymore. And she feels slighted.  Who licked the icing off the cake? Women have lost their sense of identity, and it all started because they didn’t want men to spend so much time at the bars. Actually, they didn’t want their men to drink at all. Hence the reformation among Presbyterian and Methodist preachers to put down the bottle and ordain a few  women pastors. Hence the temperance movement. Hence the end of moonshine and the beginning of World Wars, pantyhose, and pink razors. Patriarch

Two Books to Buy and Read in 2024

  A new year is upon us, and with that the regular desire to make resolutions of personal improvement. But what if we took a year off from fretting over our weight, food choices, and hobbies and turned our eyes to the stagnated atmosphere of our homes, the dusty guestroom, and the next-door neighbor’s whose names we still don’t know although it’s been months since they moved in. What if we took a moment to learn from someone else whose been doing it a lot longer than anyone else, and cultivated the necessary assets a thriving community requires. It doesn’t really require much, except for a little self-denial and a whole lot of focused dedication to stick out something purposeful. I’ve recently read two nonfiction titles that are gloriously refreshing. I plan to keep extra copies around the house to give away, or to provoke further dialogue. I encourage my readers to do the same! Here is a little bit about both: 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑢𝒇𝒇 by Eric Brende Something for young couples to consider