An excellent question indeed

In checking StatCounter (for the first time in months, I might add), I came across one particularly memorable entry under the "keyword analysis" entry (what people enter on search engines to find this blog):

Why is Hannah a twat?

Hmm, I thought. An worthy question indeed.

But the problem was whether this was an introspection-based question -- as in the root of my twatness -- or was it possibly rhetorical?

Certainly I'm not silly enough to assume that the person entering this into Yahoo or Google or whatever was specically targeting myself. I'm not so egotistical to ever expect that everyone is talking about me -- unless, of course, it's all bad shit.

In which case, I simply expect people are slagging me anyways. Too fat, too stupid, too lazy, too dreary, etc, etc...

So why am I a twat? Well, a twat is a a vulgar colloquialism for a woman's genitalia. Vaginal area = twat. I am a woman, ergo I am a twat. A + B = C.

And according to Dictionary.com, a twat is also someone who is a "stupid, icompetent fool." (A brief tangent -- have you ever noticed that all the nastiest insults are, for the most part, attributed to women or women's parts? Twat, pussy, cunt, bitch, tits-up, etc? Whereas if someone is gutsy, they have balls. And when was the last time you heard someone mutter, "What a cock," when they were jostled while in a queue?)

So. Right on all charges. I am, in fact, a twat.
Hence the title of the blog.

But I'm in good company, because the world is full of a good many twats.