Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sometimes I'm a bitch, but then who isn't?



I think that my two greatest personality flaws are that I have an incredibly long memory, and I don't forgive easily.  I don't lose my temper easily, but when someone pisses me off, you better believe that every opportunity I have to press their buttons I will.  With some, it is easier than others, but regardless, it is absolutely pleasurable.  It is even more pleasurable, when the person in question is a hypocritical, irritating ass, with delusions of grandeur.

I have read the fine print, and you have been weighed, measured and found wanting.( No worries readers, I am not engaging in yet another blog war, I am just having my say.) Honestly, they are tiring and certainly not worth the energy that it takes to participate in one.  I have never pretended to be anything other than what I am.  If you have been following this blog for awhile, then you probably have a good sense of who I am, what is important to me and why.

I have been called a bitch because of my snark and my willingness to twist the knife.  I never promised anyone a tea party, but I do however find it interesting that when I called someone a bitch, it was considered hostile and anti-woman, but the same label applied to me is unproblematic.  It's a good thing I have developed a thick skin and words like bitch mean nothing to me.  You see, you can only hurt me if I care about you and quite frankly I don't give a damn about the person this post is aimed at and her little pack of worshipers.

Accusation after fucking accusation.  One of my favorites is that I attempted to speak for all women of colour, when I took a stand about Juneteenth last year. Heaven forbid that I have a fucking opinion outside of the pantyliner (yep that was intentional)  and attempt to make myself heard. When I wrote at the Guardian and the White feminists pitched a fit, then it is suddenly okay to bud your nose into my business and pretend that solidarity existed. Fuck, if I were that desperate for friends, I'd find a prison inmate penpal first. There is nothing radical, or original about you, and deep down even you know that. 

So here it is, I am going to be who I am going to be, and I don't give a fuck.  I have never asked for, nor wanted your acceptance.  When you drag up shit from the past, that includes my name and then you don't bother to put it into the correct context, you are damn right I am going to defend myself.  In short, don't start none won't be none bitch, cause I am badder than you want to be already. Now run back to tumblr and cry about how mean I am, because I promise you, if you even breathe my name and I come across it again, you can bet I will answer you back with more of the same. The world does not revolve around you, no matter how much you believe it does, and I promise you, that there is always a bigger fish in the sea.

Oh, and if you were wondering why I didn't name you, the answer is - it wasn't worth the fucking bandwidth to do so.  Good luck on your future book deals LOL, maybe you will finally learn that time does not stand still, and we all have to move on someday.

P.S Here's that quarter I promised you.
It's Canadian, because our money is worth more right now.  Don't say I never do anything nice for you.

Update: on the post "and yeah, exposing somebody’s tumblr as a way to “get” them? sooooo not cool".  (Hint: nothing on the internet is private and you should know that) The author proves that lying and in fact lying badly, is yet another one of her talents.  She didn't ask for money to see daddy dearest, she was raising funds to go to a wedding because her "spirit needed it."  Never would I have picked on her for attempting to reconcile with a family member, but truth is not something this woman traffics in.  The timing of the fundraiser was also suspicious, because it came right after another popular blogger raised money for a new computer, which BTW was actually deserved because she is a great writer and adds something to the world, unlike the pain in the ass who will not leave me alone. Will there ever be a a time in your life that you stop twisting the truth? It seems that you enjoy playing martyr so much, that you are willing to be deceptive to accomplish your goal. And finally asshat, you can't ban on blogger, but not to worry, I don't make a habit of reading your puerile nonsense. 

Update 2:  It took me sometime, but I finally found the proof of the self indulgent asshole's lies.  It seems to me, that someone wanted to attend a wedding in Portland... correct me if I am wrong but that is in Oregon. It seems that she decided not to attend Little Lights Wedding, but the money came in handy to help her through an illness. Yep, just like I said a TERRIBLE FUCKING LIAR -- explain that one away.

Also, you shouldn't just make up lies about someone's education because it you think it makes you look like more of a martyr.  It's interesting how telling the truth makes one a bully.  Canadians are a diverse people which means we don't have to walk in lock step.  Finally, Womanists work to uplift WOC, but we never promised to suffer fools if you catch my drift.