I hate when I ask for reader’s opinion. Mostly because it reads like I cannot make up my mind. I mean, never mind that that IS the truth, but I usually hide it real well. In the closet: I am indecisive.

So a new website is underway (do you HEAR the archangles singing in the sky?) and I am deliciously excited to unveil it and start FRESH, with more authentic, funny, candid, meaningful, frequent writing. Ah, I feel like I’m about to go in for a makeover. I’ll smell all glorious and everyone will turn and sniff in my direction, “What…who was THAT?” Yes, friends, that is the smell of my new website called…called…

And that’s why I need your help.

MY ECDYSIS was reformed from A WOMYN’S ECDYSIS. The word “ecdysis” basically means shedding an outer layer. It’s a biologist’s term. I’ve got history with it. It makes sense.

It’s also confusing, people misspell it like it’s their PAID JOB not to look up how to spell it correctly, and, truthfully, NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO PRONOUNCE IT. I think I’ve spent more time correcting spelling and annunciation ECDYSIS than I have about kyriarchy, feminism, or any other issue I’ve written about.

So, I am at a crossroads.

How do you know when to change? Has “ECDYSIS” ecdysis-ed itself? I’m a big proponent of continuity, especially on the internets, but I’m itching to find a replacement. With no success.

I cannot think of anything that is more appropriate for me than My Ecdysis, and yet, I want something new.

Oh, the cyber tug of internal war continues.

And so, my dear readers, those who are loyal enough to email or leave your thoughts in the comments section — what do you think?

Taking suggestions, feedback, criticism, thoughts. Anything but profanity.