I have never minded being an Internet joke:
“Pia, good name for an East Village vegan restaurant waitress.”
Yeah I collect them. Internet jokes about me.
That’s the funniest.
Sad, I know. I have made up better jokes about me.
Oh, sorry, I forgot; I’m a liberal, can’t have a sense of humor.
I have banned one person from this site; an overt racist. The only time I deleted comments were by that person.
I should stop here, and say that nobody has the right to leave nasty comments on another person’s blog. End of story.
G” said that I censored him. As I hadn’t banned him, how did I do that? Is my refusal to debate a horrible thing? I don’t debate on Courting. Period. And that policy is stated in many posts.
On every even vaguely political post that I write I end with “if you want to fight me, please go to Bring it on!” How can my site then be construed as a site for debate? I say “fight” because most people seem to want one. I am tired of debating which is why I won’t be at Bring it On! for the next several weeks.
I never saw the need to put it on a personal post. Most people, even my Evangelical Christian friends and my Republican and/or Conservative ones don’t think of my site as a political one
I have been tired of blogging recently, duh. When I came home from the dentist’s on Monday, I was exhausted, the nitrous oxide and Novocaine had worn off, and I was trying to wait to take the pain reliever. The dentist worked on my entire upper jaw as it was the only way to do this particular job.
He had to hammer; ever listen to the sound of hammering in your own mouth? Ain’t a fun sound. Can only eat soft foods for up to four weeks. My entire body began throbbing; feels like the nerve endings feel after a major assault to your body. Said “feels,” because I still feel that way.
When I came home and opened my email, that comment was the first thing I opened. Wasn’t fun as it was a direct character assault; couldn’t find anything funny in it all except that it was so baseless. But I’m not going to defend or debate my values and/or moral code.
Found it even less funny when he ran to the cow’s* site; after telling me “I have friends.” “G” said he went there because she has a broader reader base than he does. Find that strange if he wasn’t planning to trash me.
Did he go to the godmother of the radical right to kiss her hand and get her approval to trash me? Ask for more ammunition?
Then he devoted a post to debasing me. That’s his right; people have the right to say whatever they want in comments; it’s my right to say that they don’t know me at all.
“G’s” friends say that he hit a nerve; my nerve endings have been almost literally exposed since Monday. The people who comment on my site believe that I hit a nerve with him. Why should he have hit a nerve with me? I’m neither immoral nor amoral; overly vain or narcissistic.
His friends can say all that they want to about me. Why should I care about what people who I don’t respect think about me? How do they impact on my life? They don’t; I’m spending so much time on this because I’m in pain and it’s easy to write.
Keep the negative comments, about me, coming in his blog; bring them here. One has a URL that when clicked screeches “f–k you.” Very funny; even more mature. Y’all know I’m so self absorbed and dumb that I like any comments about me, me, me. Right G hasn’t called me an idiot; that’s the godmother and the lap dogs.
Damn straight I will keep myself as youthful as possible for as long as possible in an attempt to stave off the debilitating effects old age can bring. I saw how vanity worked for my mom when she had a very debilitating condition, macular degeneration. I saw how people just gave up and ended up residing in the nursing home. When you work in one, even one of the best, you begin to change your habits so the probability that you will end up in one lessens.
I tried sending “G” an email in response to his; but it was rejected. While I didn’t ban him; he seems to have banned my emails. Okay; it’s his right. But he says on his site that I banned him. That is so not true; he tells people to rush and send me comments before I delete or ban them. That hurts for reasons stated above..
I believe that the first commenter says that I’m the ultimate narcissist, don’t have any children, and am planning for my immortality through my readers. Wow, how insightful. If only I had that much power over my readers. Apparently there are “Pia worshippers.” News to me; news to them.
Wrote a post this past summer about how it’s narcissistic to expect to be immortal through your children. You just don’t know how they will end up until they are way into adulthood. Omigod, what if one of G’s friend’s kids turns out to be gay? Or doesn’t marry; or doesn’t want kids? Or becomes a bank robber? Rapist? Murderer.
Even happens in the best of families; why I believe that even people of faith aren’t exempt from the bad seed kid. But they should be I know; so much better than us mere mortals; so much more worthy.
Maybe my niece and Little Luce will keep my memory alive through their (kinehora) children and grandparents.
On November 13, 2004, I found BE. People began bookmarking Courting and sending emails asking for link exchanges. I had no idea what links were about so I said no to everybody. Many people linked to Courting anyway. I was awed and humbled by this. I imagine only writing a best selling book would give me more pleasure; and that only for the recognition and big bucks. One more thing; my agent and publishing house would shield me from having to answer idiots who just want to bash me.
I’m honest; my stories are raw. Characters are composites at times, and some minor details are fictionalized–just enough to keep me out of trouble. Courting is a blog about my truth. Yes I veer into politics but I began again with stopped with the London bombings, stopped, and didn’t begin again until Katrina.
Am I self-absorbed? My former editor says that “it’s the dictionary definition for writers.” He should know. We’re almost childhood friends, well I was eighteen, he was nineteen, and we were very immature, so I think we were childhood friends. His success has me kvelling. I become more excited for him than he does at times. Love it when people I know make it big.
Do the names, Seinfeld, Larry David, Grace Adler (Debra Messing) , Woody Allen, etc., mean anything to you? Yeah like me they’re all New York Jews with a tude. Like them I believe in making fun of myself. The whining thing: ever notice that I bring whining up?
Have said this before if you don’t like my blog, ban it. You have that power. So if you think that I’m a whiny inane New York Jew; ban me
If you don’t think the blockquote two posts down is insulting, I suggest that you see a therapist.
Understand this; I am unapologetic about who I am; and who I was. I have always explored my “issues,” in my blog. We all have problems; too few people admit to them.
Understand something else. It’s possible and even probable to have both a satisfying and happy life despite not being married and/or having kids. Understand that people who don’t believe in G-d can be as moral or more moral than people who are holier than I.
Final points: I truly don’t understand why it’s assumed that any post I put up is debatable. Do you think it’s right to ask a writer to defend her work, her morals, her point of view with each post she puts up? Almost feel like putting that in a poll. Pointing out a grammatical error and my grammar is far from perfect, is fair game. Track backing a post because of a spelling mistake is stupid. Yes that happened to me at Bring it on!
Don’t ever try to demolish me in hopes of gaining new readers or “stopping” my “popularity.” My readers, who don’t worship me, are used to my quirks. And what you find to be negative, they might find to be positive. So while making fun of me might score points for you with the cow crowd; it doesn’t with most people.
And I am in no way making fun of “G,” just trying to end the lies he has been telling about me. Because I am a Jew the concept of banning and censoring is very difficult for me.