The Titleless Newsletter
Or: An Exercise in Authenticity
Welcome to Shame Sandwich, where Megan feels equal parts shame and glee in sharing hilarious personal thought rants every Friday. Sometimes on shame, sometimes shame infused, and other times, nothing to do with shame. Warning: Usually very sweary. Enjoy responsibly.
Dear World Shame Sandwich Fam.
Itās 3:04pm on Friday as I sit down to finger fondle the keyboard in attempts to procreate this weekās Shame Sandwich newsletter.
I should have written and posted this hours ago.
But, here I sit.
Clingy cat perched on lap.
Child about to arrive home from school.
Praying work doesnāt need me to work.
Desperately trying to bang out a newsletter in the dwindling time I have left before the window to āpost a Friday newsletterā closes.
Le fucking sigh.
Itās been an interesting week, to put it mildly.
Full of really low lows, and really high highs.
And the creative newsletter gas tank is approaching empty (I mean, did you see my newsletter title? Christās titties).
The low fuel light is on.
No AAA to call.
Wooooo!
What a newsletter, eh?
At leastā¦ at least you always get the unfiltered raw-dogged newsletter and not some fluffed up fluffity fluff. ā me, making myself feel better.
But itās trueā¦ I do write with raw emotion. No matter how āun-flatteringā or āun-sexyā or āun-pointfulā ā lmao of a newsletter it may be.
I write what Iām feeling.
And I think thatās why people connect with my writing.
Excuse me while I yack on my own ego. Jesus. The cringe.
And Iām proud of that, I really am. š„¹
One of the most powerful gifts you can give someone is the nudge to be authentically themselfā¦ by modeling true authenticity yourself.
And thatās the entire ethos of Shame Sandwichā¦
Itās one giant orgy of authenticity. ššš
My topic ānicheā may be more hormonal than a room full of menopausal women.
And my style of writing may be more whip-lashey than an eyelash full of whips ā jesus Iām running on fumes ok.
And you know what?
I fucking love it.
Because itās me.
And that feels really good. š„¹
Hereās to being real even when every instinct in your ego says please fucking people please.
Andā¦ this concludes the shortest Shame Sammie newsletter ever lol.
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-M
p.s. - Thank you for being here + I hope you have the bestest (+ most authentic) weekend!!! ā¤ļøāš„
p.p.s - itās now 4:48pm, ahhhh!!!! Must post nowwwww! lol
From the bottom of my tiny tits, thank you for being here. If these words made you feel, it would mean the world if you could tap the lil āheartā, leave a comment or share this. š¤
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I first read ātitlessā and now Iām going to have to use that word in my next post.
āItās one giant orgy of authenticity. ššš
My topic ānicheā may be more hormonal than a room full of menopausal women.
And my style of writing may be more whip-lashey than an eyelash full of whips ā jesus Iām running on fumes ok.
And you know what?
I fucking love it.
Because itās me.ā
This is why I love reading your stuff. You are authentic. I am, too, lol š except with a far more salacious niche.
But, Iām more than what I write about and you are too. You donāt need a ātitleā or anything.