(A shout-out goes to the first person who can identify the source of this quotation without consulting the Internet.)

Admit it. You’ve Googled yourself. More than once.

Back when I had a job and was so bored I could feel parts of my brain shutting down—headache followed by numbness—I searched the Web for Julie Bogart at least once a month.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), the Julie Bogart who dominates search engines is not yours truly. In fact, she’s pretty much the opposite of me: a Christian writer with a Master’s degree in theology who homeschools her five children.* Massive amounts of electro-shock therapy combined with a lobotomy would not be enough to turn me into this woman. Though I’m sure she’s lovely.

Despite my namesake’s prolific and commendable homeschooling/writing career, I do get the occasional hit—the most thrilling of which I found a few months ago.

A freelance writer by the name of Abby O’Reilly wrote a blog post about my Sirens Magazine article on a feminist Web site in the UK. Never met her before. Didn’t have to pay her to promote my article. She’s just a reader who thought my work was worth mentioning to her own readers. Even more amazing, my article helped her feel better about men. Me! Making women feel better about men!

It’s hard to believe, I know. (Not to mention a bit ironic.) See for yourself:

“…of course, any man in his twenties and above is ruled by the contents of his underpants, right? Actually, no, and reading this article by Julie Bogart made me realise that I am doing a lot of men a disservice by believing what is nothing more than an outdated gender stereotype.”

How cool is that?

*I’m curious: Whom do you find when you Google yourself?