Go Ahead, Judge Me
It's interesting, coming on the heels of all the blogular insecurity I felt this week, that what's helped me get over it is, 1. posting about it and getting some good, supportive comments, and 2. pushing my opinion out there without worrying who was going to call it bullshit.
Lovely Alice took the week off so I wrote her Wonderland column for her. If I'm ready to embrace parenting commenters, surely some of the most opinionated human beings ever to set fingers to keyboard, I must be getting back on my feet again.
The other thing I did was publish a post over at MamaPop that did not criticize a Hollywood actress for taking off her clothes in a magazine photoshoot! The apocalypse is surely at hand if I didn't self-consciously try to play both sides of the issue and come out looking like I agree with everybody.
Lovely Alice took the week off so I wrote her Wonderland column for her. If I'm ready to embrace parenting commenters, surely some of the most opinionated human beings ever to set fingers to keyboard, I must be getting back on my feet again.
The other thing I did was publish a post over at MamaPop that did not criticize a Hollywood actress for taking off her clothes in a magazine photoshoot! The apocalypse is surely at hand if I didn't self-consciously try to play both sides of the issue and come out looking like I agree with everybody.
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Aw. I'm all warm and fuzzy now. Wait, maybe that's the beer I'm chugging at 4:00 PM.
The apocalypse is surely at hand if I didn't self-consciously try to play both sides of the issue and come out looking like I agree with everybody.
I hear ya. After the controversial Miley shots, any place I wanted to add my $0.02, I wound up editing my post until I said basically nothing, hoping to offend no one.
Well, it's five o'clock somewhere.
Kathy, that's an excellent example. I finally gave in and went with the "it's not THAT big a deal" camp because that's the way I felt. If I were the mother of a Miley fan I might feel differently and I sort of understand why they feel betrayed by her, but not really. And that's just the way I feel, and it's okay for someone else to think I'm wrong.
Awww, you don't get enough comments now and it makes me sad because I love you. I have loved you all this while and I will always love you. You're second on my list after dooce and I come here to check your blog whether you update or not. Can't tell you how many times I looked at PeeWee's butt and always thought, "Pee to the Wee."
Say anything... I'll read it and love it.
Also.
Yogabeans???? P-p-p-pllleeeaazzzeee!
(If I whine like Jackon will you do it??? Pllleeaaaassseee!)
And the other funny one... ask Hulk!!! Do that, too.
Don't let ennui win. Kill it. Stomp it. Rip it's guts out just like Hulk! Yes, I'm selfish. I need your entertainments.
But also... you're good. Don't doubt it.
How the hell did she get talked into sucking on her toes for that shot?
Kitchen sex--hot.
Sucking on your feet--not so much.
(If I rewrote the Kama Sutra, that's exactly what it would say.)
Oh, the sexiest thing about those photos is the furniture. The houses. (Perverse groan of longing. Oh, God THAT COUCH.)
My husband was like: LUCITE! (We have lucite furniture from the 60s.) Danish modern and boobies. It was like his dream come true.
Those are spectacular photos. My only gripe is that I think they tweaked the hair a bit to make it inauthentic and not 60s. So it doesn't go with the furniture perfectly.
All you needed was some blogular therapy. It was free, too, making it really appealing.
I guess I don't always understand the hoopla surrounding stuff and mostly chalk it up to people wanting to be offended. Looking for it even. That's what comes from being out of the Pop Culture game.
My hermit life needs some work.
If you straddle the fence, all you get is splinters up your butt. I have NO idea what I"m talking about. I just wanted to lend you my support.
I once wrote a post about my dad dying and had people email me to tell me that I sucked and they hated me and I was a whining whiner who whined.
Sometimes, people are stupid, mean and clueless. (Usually it's the same person being all three.)
Don't let it change what/how you write. You're wonderful.
No matter what you write, someone's gonna disagree. Someone's gonna get in a tizzy. Someone's gonna be offended. Someone's gonna send you a slightly disturbing stalkerish email. (And usually they're all the same person.)
I never did understand the whole passing judgment on a blog post thing. Your blog - your opinion. The end.
Go Eden.
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