It was bound to happen. I got my first hateful, vitriolic, spewing comment on my last post Dr-logging. Before you read it though, let me set you up with some context.
Before digital cameras, when we were in our teens, my older brother once took a dump so glorious and huge that he snagged my mom’s camera and took a photo. I’m not sure if he did it for bragging rights with his buddies or to shock our mother. Whatever his reasoning, it definitely had the latter effect as she was flipping through family photos fresh from the developer. Once she got over her shock though, my mom shared that photo with the rest of the family and we all had a good laugh over it.
One thing I do like about my family is that we all have a pretty infantile sense of humor.
When I got this comment, I felt how my mother probably felt. After I got over my shock and queasiness, I realized that it isn’t so bad. I mean, it’s just one person’s interpretation of a small group of words from a person she doesn’t know. The comment isn’t funny and it is definitely less tasteful than my brother’s contribution to the commode, but I don’t take it personally. In fact, I think this comment says more about the person who wrote it, than me, the person she wrote it about.
So, in all it’s gloriousness, I give you, Momsoap readers, a huge steaming pile of shit. Enjoy!
Note: I removed the first line of the comment because it insinuated something horrible that I don’t want to think about and I think it’s bad karma to repeat it.
From Amy, apparently a huge fan:
“Don’t blame your parents for your lack of class.. (sic) You are lucky they still talk to you at all. Looking at this from the outside . (sic) You have alot (sic) more work to do.. (sic) Very infantile. You strike me as very “Me ” oriented and incredible spoiled. Did your Mother poison you? .. (sic) Beat you.? (sic) make you leave home to fend for yourself @ 13? No? then (sic) straighten the f up.. (sic) Show some class and respect. Since you no longer want or need them . Don’t go calling for your slice of their pie…when they die. People like you should live on an island.. (sic) If you don’t teach your child consequences they learn they can do whatever, to whomever, when ever.. (sic) The prisons are full of “Time Out Children” Everyone hates something about their parents or we would live at home forever…. Do your child a favor … Show her how powerful a working mother can be…. (sic) Get a job .. (sic) Then maybe you would’nt (sic) have so much time to bitch about how awful your life is and maybe you would actually have a life . (sic) which means you would’nt (sic) have time to write all this CRAP… (sic)
Your parents are your Parents.. (sic) You will miss them when they are gone and will have regrets because you wasted so much time being a self absorbed child,…REALLY!”
That’s the end. Me again.
For the record, Dr-logging is something I do at home, with a couple of glasses of wine or beer, when Annika is gone with her father. And when I said I am still a drunk, I meant the common agreement in our society that once you are a drunk, you are always a drunk. I do not drink heavily anymore.
I chose not to publish this comment with the post because it’s insulting, rude, wrong (as in, incorrect) on many levels, and distasteful. Amy may say the same about my posts, but hey, it’s my blog. Nobody’s holding a gun to her head and forcing her to read it.
However, the ex-newspaper reporter in me couldn’t in all consciousness just delete it. However, insulting and gross it is, it’s the opinion of a reader. (And it’s my first nasty comment! I am a big fan of firsts.) I would never want anyone to think I just post comments by people who love me even though there is no code of ethics for bloggers saying that I have to publish this big steamy pile of poop.
Oh, p.s. Amy, if you had read very many of my posts, you would have known that you didn’t need to write “f” instead of fuck. Obscenities are completely welcome here. Maybe you should let one out every once in a while. It might relax that huge stick in your ass.