I posted my thoughts on several of the dresses worn at the Emmys yesterday and lo and behold, I received this comment:
“Why not best dresses? Stop being a hater 69. I know sometimes we think need to hate to make ourselves feel better but the fact will stay the same. We’ll always be who we are no matter how negative we are on other people or how much we drug other people in the mud.
We are grown women with kids and we need to be examples. Be positive!”
Since the commenter felt so passionate that I was being a hater I felt the need to address this directly. I know many of you come here and read my little blog about my life and I am always humbled by the fact that anyone would ever want to read anything that I have written. I blog to keep sane. I blog because I like to think out loud and enjoy writing my thoughts down. So when I see remarks like this? From people that don’t really know me? I have to step back and wonder what possesses someone to be so presumptuous with a total stranger.
Lisa, this blog? Well, this is MY space. I write about anything I feel like writing. Some days, I am sunshine and rainbows and some days….I’m not. If you want to read someone being positive and only seeing the bright side of life….this is not the blog for you. On my blog, I can be happy and yup, I can be a catty, evil wench. If you knew me, you would know that I am *gasp* like that in real life. I don’t go around tearing people down to build up my lowly self esteem. I simply abhor these outfits. That’s it. Hate the dresses. Clearly, it’s deeper than that for you.
Instead of telling this grown woman how you think I should act and what you think I should write about, perhaps you should do a little internal soul searching and ask yourself why you care so much about a total stranger? Why you feel the need to be so forward and familiar with a person you have never met? Lastly, what makes you so self righteous to go on someone else’s blog and tell them what you feel they should be writing and then deem them a hater for having *gasp* their own opinion?
If I can only find four outfits that I did not care for, then clearly….I felt everyone else looked great no? Perhaps I did not feel like commenting on the 67 dresses I liked and instead highlighted four I don’t care for? If I’m a hater for having my own opinion and writing it on my own blog, then would it be presumptious of me to call you nosey and judgemental? I would gladly go over to your blog and write that very statement but alas, of course….there is no blog for me to visit. Of course. Internet gangsters never have their own blog do they? No, they like to comment and be rude and then vanish into cyber world where no one can find them. Oh, and I see after perusing my security settings that you comment from the same computer over here on my blog but have several different names. All of your past comments seem to also admonish me for my opinions.
I appreciate your efforts to pyschoanalyze my thought process Lisa but guess what? As you said, I’m a grown woman. Therefore, I have earned the write to think what I like, write what I like and manage my blog the way I see fit. As the title states, my mama lives in Brooklyn and she is pretty much the only person that knows me as well as you think you do.
Thanks for the rude, insensitive comment. Since you clearly seem to take umbrage with me hating, I would encourage you to do the adult thing and stop visiting. Clearly, you don’t really like this blog and it’s not your cup of tea. Or, I could email you and let you know when I am being nice and you can visit on those days. Guess what? Today’s not one of them, so I suggest you click the X in the upper right corner.
As my tagline states….”Armed with an opinion and not afraid to use it.” Since 1969.