How You Doin’ Blondie?


Too Many Mother Fuckers Fucking With My Shit

There are several things I dislike, and one of them is people who dispense well-meaning advice. They assume that I don’t know any better, and that I will be greatly enlightened by their pearls of wisdom…the jury is still out on whether they’re aware they’re being condescending or not, but that’s not the point. It still irks the hell out of me. It’s almost as if they impart their genius out of pity, like “Oh you poor misguided idiot, you.” I’m always shocked in these situations, shocked that someone would have the nerve to talk to me like that…and I’m always so shocked that I revert back to my debutante upbringing whereby instead of confronting the problem, I smile sweetly and then gossip viciously behind the offender’s back.

Which of course begs the question, can one gossip viciously on a blog where the gossip-ee has immediate access to the gossiper’s content? That would just make it a sort of passive-aggressive throwing down of a  gauntlet, wouldn’t it?

Well, be that as it may, a friendly word of advice to all and sundry: assume nothing, and don’t underestimate me. Should you choose to dispense your delicately disdainful advice anyway, do so at your own risk, mother fucker.

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It’s Primary Charm Is The Chorus…

…which goes, “Blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie…”