Before I get into the story of my son deactivating his Facebook account, I wanted to address a comment that I received on my last post.
In the closing of the comment, this blogger suggested that I didn’t have to post it.
Let me make it clear that I love the feedback I get from my blogging friends and that I love a good discussion. The times in life you learn the most are those when you are challenged. The only time I trash a comment is …..
…… when I feel that my blog is being used to solicit business. I refuse to wear an advertisement unless I can do so while naked with drink in hand and still get paid for it.
….. when a blogger’s comment is violent in nature and is verbally attacking either myself or a blogging friend. I’ve had to remove a few of these on your behalf. I’ve saved your blogging lives. You’re welcome.
….. when a blogger leaves an inappropriate comment regarding one of my kids. I’ve removed 2 of these. Don’t get me started. I need to finish this post.
….. when a blogger I don’t even know leaves multiple links to their own blog in a comment. Especially when the blog links they are leaving have no relevance to my post and they are only trying to get me, and my blogging friends, to subscribe to their nonsense. FYI, you have to be invited to the cool kids table.
….. when a blogger leaves comments in which they are preaching their religion, damning us all to hell and hoping I allow Jesus in my soul for as long as we both shall live…I know pronounce you Chuck and Larry. Amen!
Now I’m going to assume that this blogger thought I wouldn’t post the comment in question because I have trashed some of her comments previously. Why did I do so? Because some of her comments had fallen into the above stated categories.
Now considering I’ve had a little coming out speech of my own during my Twitter Rant two posts ago (thank you Jodie Foster) and explicitly described the ins and outs of my social media soul and what I would and would not put up with , I couldn’t help but take this comment as a WHAT THE FUCK? So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I give you said comment-
“If Facebook makes you use foul language like that … mmmh, I don’t know, my friend … I take care not to use language like that not in private and def not in a blog entry … I’m not a religious person, in fact I’m am an atheist … but try to be a good example to myself and others in this crazy world … I do not understand why people do have to use language like that … maybe it’s because of the movies that are full of that … even my cat seems to know better than that, because he keeps pushing my cigarettes off the table and flops them around until they are shredded … makes sense? PS: I understand if you’ll not post this comment … Love you … mind your way. Love, ***”
Lets examine this, shall we?
“If Facebook makes you use foul language like that … mmmh, I don’t know, my friend …” You don’t know? Me either. Especially considering the fact that I just blogged about how I’ve been saying things like SHIT, FUCK, DAMN and PISS since about the time I was learning to walk and if you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time you’d know that I’ve used at least one cuss word in every post that wasn’t related to my childhood. So honestly, if “you don’t know” than you have bigger issues than my foul language.
“I take care not to use language like that not in private and def not in a blog entry …” Good for you! But see, this is why this is a little something called MY FUCKING BLOG AND NOT YOURS. And as far and foul language in private goes, my husband likes it rough and I like it dirty so you obviously have a very boring sex life. My apologies. Maybe that’s why you are wound so tight.
“I’m not a religious person, in fact I’m am an atheist …” Really? Could have fucking fooled me, especially considering the last couple of comments of yours that I had to trash for multiple links to your blog involved you “god blessing” me. So as a crazy blogger once said, “I don’t know, my friend”.
“but try to be a good example to myself and others in this crazy world …” That’s great. As a matter of fact, I do too. That’s probably why I emerged from a traumatic and abusive childhood as a loving parent. And although I was a teenage parent, I put myself through college and graduated with three degrees without the help of anyone, financially or emotionally. I am highly involved in my kid’s lives, activities and educations. My family of five has helped organize and raise money through many fundraisers to support a variety of causes that we are a part of. I am highly involved in my community, own and operate a successful family business and am the one who the kid’s friends come to with their problems. But I guess you’re right. All of that goes down the toilet the moment I say the word FUCK.
“I do not understand why people do have to use language like that … maybe it’s because of the movies that are full of that …” I guess you’re right. It IS the movies. That’s probably why I have hostages in my basement that I only feed once a week, live in a virtual world full of sexy virtual women and rob banks while wearing the masks of past United States presidents. Because I just saw that all happen in the movies. Pffffft.
“even my cat seems to know better than that, because he keeps pushing my cigarettes off the table and flops them around until they are shredded … makes sense?” Makes sense? Um… are we still talking about the same thing? I mean, you’re cigarette addicted cat has nothing to do with my foul mouth…. or does he? looks around nervously I mean, you talk about being such a good example and yet you continue to smoke in front of your cat? Looks like I’ve got one on you girlie because I stopped smoking in front of my dogs over 4 years ago. So who’s the bad example now?
“PS: I understand if you’ll not post this comment … Love you … mind your way. Love, ***” Not post this comment? Do you think I’m afraid? Ha! I did one better and made it a whole FUCKING blog post. And what’s this? You love me? Well that’s kind of awkward now isn’t it. You see there’s only so much of me to go around and I’ve already professed my love to 16 other women so I don’t think it’ll work out. But if you know of someone who knows of someone who doesn’t mind my potty mouth and she’s hot, please send her my blog link. Wink Wink
So children, what have we learned today? Well I’m not sure we learned a whole lot of anything other than the fact that I’ve been in a really bad mood for the last 34 years and it’s not about to change now. I think we’ve also learned that cats think cigarettes are play things and I may have a stalker on my hands. But most importantly, we’ve learned that if you can’t laugh at the utter stupidity of others, what can you laugh at?