Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I appeared on the Dr. Phil show. It was truly a magical experience and just to hear Dr. Phil repeatedly refer to me as “Bitchy” sent shivers down my spine. My words on that show solidified my public opinion about babies and generated lots and lots of comments. Someone recently had a new butt nugget of wisdom to share with me regarding my time on Dr. Phil. The comment showed up on the blog post entitled I Hate Your Baby. So What? Someone named Anonymous said:
I USED to be a huge fan. However, you have propagated PIT BULLS much like Mexicans protect their cocaine. Good luck with that. I think you have serious fucking issues now. Especially with your Midwest crowd. Shit rolls down hill kiddo. You have seen your day. you will never get famous after the shit you allow on your FB page. Absolutely disgusting.
Okay, Anonymous, I don’t quite get what you’re saying here. Please allow me to dissect each line.
I USED to be a huge fan. Congratulations on your weight loss! I know that weight management is not easy and for you to have once been huge must have been very difficult. I applaud your efforts and hope that you soon reach your goal weight. So proud!
However, you have propagated PIT BULLS much like Mexicans protect their cocaine. What the fuck does this mean? I know what the word propagate means but I don’t see how it relates to pit bulls. I’m sorry, I mean PIT BULLS. Am I breeding people who share my ideas? Perhaps, but how am I doing it in the same way that Mexicans protect their cocaine? I am half-Mexican and I have never once had any cocaine to protect. What kind of generalization is that, that all Mexicans do is protect their cocaine? I bet there are plenty of Mexicans who never protect their cocaine. My grandmother lived to be 86 years old and she was all Mexican. Never once did I see her protect her cocaine. She kept it in a sugar bowl on her kitchen counter just like most red-blooded Mexicans I know. I remember reaching for it once thinking it was for my Cheerios and she yelled at me, “Aye, mijo, get away from my cocaine!” but it’s not like she was protecting it like it was the Alamo or something.
Good luck with that. Why thank you, that’s very kind. But what are you wishing me good luck for exactly?
I think you have serious fucking issues now. Especially with your Midwest crowd. I think my midwest crowd began to have issues with me in December of 2008 when I started a blog with the word “bitchy” in it. They continued to have issues with me when they realized I am gay and then the issues carried over when I married my husband. I know there are plenty of midwesterners who have no issue whatsoever with me and for those who do, they can go eat a dick. Same goes for anyone who lives on one of the coasts and has issues with me. They too can go eat dicks.
Shit rolls down hill kiddo. I love this saying. It reminds me of my other grandmother who was not Mexican. (Being an Anglo-Saxon Southern Baptist, she kept quaaludes in her sugar bowl. Ah, memories.) She had an embroidered pillow with this very saying on it that she kept in the guest bedroom and I always loved it. Thank you for bringing me a wonderful memory.
You have seen your day. You will never get famous after the shit you allow on your FB page. Absolutely disgusting. I looked at my Facebook page to see what disgusting things I have allowed to happen there that will keep me from being famous. I was shocked by what I saw! There is a link to a fundraising page I posted that is to help a restaurant dishwasher who was hit by a car. There is also a contest happening right now where the will winner will receive new supplies to make them a better server. And my last blog post was called The 5 Best Things About Being a Server. Disgusting, indeed! You’re probably right about none of these things making me famous since we all know that to become famous one has to release a sex tape first. There will be no sex tape, but I must admit I felt a teeny tiny bit famous when I was sitting with Matt and Savannah on the Today Show. That feeling diminished the next day when I got to work and mopped the floor.
As always, I appreciate your comment. Although it’s hard to believe, I read every single on that comes in and I love when one sparks an idea for a Comment on Comments blog post. Thank you for that.