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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Bone Picking (appropriate title because someone called me a fat ass today)

In 2009 David Letterman announced on his show that someone was trying to extort money out of him. Rather than give in to the bully, Letterman fought back and fessed up. On his show Letterman announced that he was having an affair with his assistant and someone was trying to extort $2 million from  him. There are more details to the story. You can look them up yourself if you need to. I only gave you the cliff notes. I'm not condoning his behavior. Cheating on your partner is wrong. But what I liked about the way Letterman handled his situation was that he didn't see any reason to let an extortionist and bully change the way he did things.

It seems I've gotten myself a bully. Someone has been posting mean comments on my blog.

The first one I got I laughed. It came from Charlotte, North Carolina. It was posted anonymously. It arrived on January 3 and the comment was made on the post where I wrote about why I don't eat Hostess Gem Donuts anymore.
It said "I think you're just a little too full of yourself miss perfect.Maybe you should look at your own bad habits before criticizing others." 
Good advice. Don't throw stones. Take the plank out of my own eye.

Then on Jan 8 I got a comment. It also was posted anonymously. This one came from Alameda, CA. It was in reference to a recent blog I posted about where I had to break up with a friend.
It read "maybe you were just so jealous of her because she was pretty and you are so ugly and dirty with disgusting grey teeth and the fattest celulite ridden ass. your greasy hair a constant reminder of your fiflth." (misspellings are those of the comment poster, not mine)
OK, this one was just mean.

I decided to change the settings on my blog restricting comments. The settings I had before allowed anyone to comment, even comment anonymously. I changed the settings so one had to sign in to post a comment. Today I got another comment on the same post listed in the paragraph above. This time the commenter, again from Alameda, signed in, but created an ID using my very own first and last name.
It read "She bested you because you KNOW she is better than you in everyway and every day. You secretly wish you were her. You are a pathetic person, no one even likes you they just tolerate you." (again, spelling mistakes belong to the commenter, not me.)

In response to this comment I restricted comments further by changing the settings to allow only those who followed the blog through google blogger could comment.

I wasn't thinking. I completely forgot about my other blog where I crochet on Muni and then write about it. I didn't change the commenting settings. When I got out of hula class tonight I found another comment. Now I'm only assuming this comment came from our friend in Alameda, but in fairness, my tracking software is not picking up this hit for some reason. Google is, but the other tracking service I use is a little under the weather at the moment. Given the spirit of the comment, though, I'm pretty sure it's from the same person.
It read "think I can't find you? You ugly stupid fat cow. Your crochet is as ugly as YOU ARE!!!
You must really hate yourself, I would if I were you.
Why don't you wear clothes that fit instead of looking like a stuffed sausage in everything you put on. Your ass is so hideous that I want to throw up when I see you."

When I was driving home from class tonight I was thinking that I should close my blog to all traffic except for that which is approved by me. By the time I got home, however, I had talked myself out of it. I'm just a regular, every day person.  That someone is spending his/her time and energy trying to bully me is both funny and sad. What a useless way to spend one's time.

So, I'm following David Letterman's lead. I'm behaving how I always have on my blogs. I will post what I want. I will write about my dreams. I will write about hula class. I will write my book reviews. I refuse to stop doing something that isn't illegal, immoral or wrong just because someone in Alameda doesn't like it.

And as for calling me fat? Tell me something I don't know. It's not like you're surprising me. The scale and I aren't enemies. I'm well aware of what it says.

If you don't like what I write, don't read what I write. 

For example,  I follow Ricky Gervais on twitter. Now, I disagree with him on a lot of things, but if I were really and truly offended by him I would stop following him. Nobody is making me read his tweets. I can read what he has to write about or I can ignore it. It's my choice. He doesn't care if I read his tweets or not.

The internet is a big. It is called the World Wide Web, after all. There's room enough in it that if you don't like me, you never ever have to hear from me. I'm easy to avoid.

So there.


  1. That's the wonderful woman I fell in love with, the kind and loving mother to our children, and the person I never want to be without. Well done, Andrea. You're beautiful inside and out.

  2. Oh my goodness... I'm sorry you have to deal with all this juvenile behavior. Sounds like this sad person who is going out of their way to write these hateful comments have a few issues---like self loathing---and this person sounds very jealous of you. You are beautiful, and you have a beautiful family. You are doing the right thing--don't let one stupid person with obviously NO LIFE get to you. Hugs !

  3. Rock and roll! You are awesome!!! You are a classy lady and I love your style. Why do people spend so much time being negative. I am no hippy, but I have better things to do... Keep rocking the free world, my friend!


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