One of the good things about writing this blog is that I frequently hear from people who say that they identify with my plight or that I amuse them.
Sometimes they disagree with how I’m handling stuff and I do give it some thought. I have to admit though that I’m always doing the best I can, trying to find my way in or out of a situation that I thought I’d never go through so probably I don’t take their advice that often.
Today I got a comment, from someone who calls herself a feminist named “Sister”.
She apparently thinks I’m an asshole, mean spirited, not funny and a racist. I came to that conclusion because she said so.
This isn’t the first hateful letter she’s sent me . When I told Julie how much it upset me she said I can not approve her comments. I didn’t know I could do that.
But then I figured I let the kind comments in, it would be disingenuous of me to exclude the criticisms.
Now I’m thinking, this isn’t just a criticism of my writing. It’s hate mail.
There’s no way to defend myself. Am I sometimes not funny? Absolutely. Am I mean spirited ? I don’t think so but I probably have been, certainly to dave’s girlfriend and I don’t take back one word of it. Am I an asshole? Surely not, well maybe sometimes.
Am I a racist? No. I’m proud to say I hate people for lots of reasons much more relevant or petty than the color of their skin. And I’m kind of thinking that when Sister refers to my readers as privileged white people who want everyone else to “go away” so they can keep living without taking responsibility, I gotta think that she’s the one bringing race to the table.
Here’s what puzzles me? Why is she reading my blog? She truly likes nothing about me. She gets neither yucks nor insight from it.
I don’t think I’ll let it keep me awake though. I won’t answer her again and maybe I won’t even allow her hate filled rants on my comment page. I’ll just quote my darling extremely literate niece Julie in her reply to Sister.
“Go fuck yourself.”