Inspiration for Blog Name

I am a huge Ani Fan. When I was pondering a name for my blog, wanting something that would resonate with me as a person, as a woman, I knew one of Ani's songs would hit the mark. After going through several of her albums, I came upon this song and knew it was a perfect anthem for my blog.

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Not a Pretty Girl

Ani DiFranco

LYRICS

I am not a pretty girl
That is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distress
And I don't need to be rescued, so

So put me down, punk
Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?
Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere?

I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger
And never to their own fear, imagine you're a girl

Just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty
And smiling, and I am sorry

But I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten
Stuck up a tree somewhere

And generally my generation
Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
And generally I agree with them
Trouble is you got to have yourself
An alternate plan, and I have earned my disillusionment

I have been working
All of my life
And I am a patriot
I have been fighting the good fight

And what if there are no damsels in distress?
What if I knew that, and I called your bluff?
Don't you think every kitten
Figures out how to get down
Whether or not you ever show up?

I am not a pretty girl
I don't really want to be a pretty girl
I wanna be more than a pretty girl

Songwriters: Ani DiFranco

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