Bitches be running their mouths. January 24, 2008

Title courtesy of Peter.

I don’t like every blog that I come across.

(Shock, awe, I know.)

And I don’t expect everyone to like my blog either.

(More shock, more awe, etc.)

But I also don’t ever feel the need to publicly tear another blogger down for being who they are.

Blogging at its best can be a really great community of kick ass people supporting one another.

Blogging at its worst can be me, sitting at my desk, reading the comments of a post wherein a blogger got engaged and her readers begged her not to become me.

And then the blogger herself said they had permission to kick her ass if she did.

It hurts, slightly. But I’m a politician’s daughter and I’m also Greek - I’m tough. I can take it. I stand by both my blog and my writing.

And I can also remind myself that you know what? It feels pretty fucking good to be me.

Even on my worst, disordered eating, Crazy-filled, stressed-the-fuck-out day.

So please, fellow blogger who probably wouldn’t hate me in real life, don’t become me. I have a feeling there’s only room for one of me in this world anyway.

Update: Someone just alerted me that she previously wrote an entire post about me (and, also, my commenters). Aww. Honey. I’m not that interesting, really. Move along.

Words of wisdom that rang especially true after what I read about myself. From a Julia Allison reader. I adore Julia, and she’s someone who knows a thing or two about being judged unfairly:

“ And thank you too, for staunchly standing by the idea that cynicism and sarcasm are not synonyms for intelligence. New York needs a rebellion against the pseudo-hipster passing-as-culture movement, and methinks you’re the one to lead it.”