If you haven’t read the story below it’s much more fun, and where this comment came from.
To me, with absolutely no insult meant, this is a pure example of unadulterated, core level, putrid self serving, selfishness.
Excellent writing, and excellent style, but the content just made me sick for the lack of anything near a perception of purpose. Everything described showcased a me only, and me first mentality, totally devoid of a calling or devotion. Being satisfied with a life is not anything near being happy with YOUR life. We all have a purpose, and it usually has nothing to do with ourselves. This entire saga screams of everlasting retreat from that purpose, and a constant struggle to satiate the desire for self indulgence so prevalent in the baby boomer generation. It has become habit, and even chic to glorify the complete lack of drive and disconnectedness that have plagued the offspring of The Greatest Generation
Again, please do not take anything I have said as a personal attack or a direct assault on anyone. I simply tired to express my initial reaction to the piece.
Why should I care if the content of my post made you sick? Who the hell are you to play judge, jury, all attorneys and jailer?
So I come home from four hours of extensive dental work that will finally be finished–in January–to my email that also includes comments. I’m totally wiped and can’t take the pain killers or antibiotics until I eat something and eating seems so unappealing.
No I don’t need all this dental work because of my party animal days or bad oral hygiene or anything like that. Some day I will tell the complete story. I do want my head stone to read “hear lies the most expensive mouth in New York.” No matter where I move I will be buried in New York; it’s home and I own cemetery plots
I think I found the meaning of life when I was on nitrous oxide but damned if I can remember.
How can I not take this as a personal attack?
Lack of “”anything near a perception of purpose?
First what the hell does that mean? Seriously. Read it; it’s pretentious and says nothing. Sorry but I believe that clear writing is important. I meander a lot, but my meanings come through. As do the nuances; I don’t pretend to be modest about my writing. I like it and enjoy writing very much.
When I came home from the dentist at five I went to my computer to write. Many people would have gone to bed; most people would have. It was like having five root canals at once, but more. Really not up to go into the teeth saga. It’s its own mini series. The dentists are two blocks from my old apartment on 63rd off Fifth. Can’t say enough good things about them. Wish I had found them when I lived in the neighborhood.
Don’t understand people who have a need to comment and point out a person’s foibles. What are you a saint? “The complete lack of drive and
disconnectedness that have plagued the offspring….”
Sorry but the “complete lack of drive….” part really really bothers me. who determines drive? Who decides who is disconnected? For what purpose? How do you define those two attributes? How the hell would you know if I lack drive or not? Most people believe that I’m almost too driven. what kind of drive are you talking about? Spiritual, work, social, political?
I’m purposely not talking about what I do, aside from writing. It’s no secret that I’m a founding member of a political blog. It doesn’t lean to the right, and it’s been making a big impact.
Disconnected from what? People, social issues, community, the larger world? How would you know that about me? It must be really sad to have such a boring life that a person has to go into a blog and make disparaging personalized comments.
When I write about myself I’m usually self-deprecating; I don’t like to make fun of individuals: Celebrities, fair game, I suppose; dead people, frankly it depends on the person. But I would die before I went into another individuals blog and made a nasty personal comment.
I have found that people on the radical right or most anybody who watches Fox New tendsto make assumptions, make character assassinations and snap judgements about individuals who have the nerve to have a blog that doesn’t live up to their moral values.
What gives me the right to say this? I’m making the observation on my blog in response to a very sick comment that actually didn’t upset me, but writing is keeping me from feeling the pain. Not big on painkillers so I’m trying to wait until I go to sleep. I’ll ask one more time, what the hell are moral values? It’s a redundant phrase that’s not even a fun oxymoron.
Don’t like a blog when you’re surfing BE, don’t read it, let alone comment on it.
“Putrid self serving selfishness.” Damn straight. I like to write about my life and people like to read about it. Makes me very happy.
Confession: I would be writing these stories even if I didn’t have an audience. Ah but I do; if blogging only paid it would be perfect and I would spend hours a day reading blogs; and at least eight writing. Just a fool for writing.
I’m a writer. I live for feedback, to know the people who read me through comments, their blogs and many times emails.
I have been called mean for simply pointing out that it is prudent to report bags that don’t have people with them. The above comment was soooooo much more mean spirited, insulting and sickening. “Being satisfied with a life is not anything near being happy with YOUR life.” Care too elucidate? Who are you to tell me if I were happy or merely satisfied? Or how I feel now?
Hate the expression passive/aggressive but I would have much preferred had the commenter not said anything about “no insult,” “personal attack,” or “assault.” The whole damn comment was a giant insult on my character.
Thanks though. It gave me energy to write. There was no way this could be construed as as something other than an assault on me, me, me, the most self absorbed person in the history of the universe. Boy is that grandiose.
As was the commenter who felt a need to judge me harshly. I assume I lack purpose in life because I had a young male visitor on Saturday night, and was tipsy when I wrote that post. Charge me please with corrupting the morals of a minor. Too bad he’s 32 and a half, if you want to be specific. We’re both single consenting adults; but what did I explicity state that we did?
Have many male friends. Rafe, one of my two closest friends is a married male. Shoot me. He’s over at least once a week for dinner. Of course I’m so lazy and all, we take out food as we plot the overthrow of the government. Oh no. Forget that I said that. Why then I would have a purpose in life.
I proudly represent all that is wrong with big city single, divorced women. I’m vain, I’m ambitious, the Clinton’s are two of my biggest idols, and my moral values are down the toilet. As I say often in Courting I have no idea what moral values mean; but I know mine must be down the toilet because they don’t fit the radical right, Christian perception of how people live. As I have true Conservative and true Christian friends, I put the Christian in italics as I don’t believe that people who judge harshly are true Christians.
As I believe that how a person chooses to give back and help better society can be private about what they do; I believe sex should always be a private matter.
Yes I write about past relationships. My boyfriend Zachary exercised his Second Amendment right to get close to his gun, January 4, 1989. It’s way in the past and he’s dead so I feel that I’m not betraying him.
While I might write things that people don’t agree with or like, I couldn’t care less. First I write for me; then I write for everybody else. I’m the first person to joke about my horrible taste in men, though I have great taste in male friends including husband for a second. Our divorce prove to me how good divorce could be; it allowed him to marry a wonderful woman I sometimes pushed at him. That’s as much detail as I will ever say about that story.
I will eventually say everything about Zachary.
Don’t come to my blog and judge me without reading it all. And even then, if you’re going to say truly stupid things I am going to block quote them and write a post around it as I find that very relaxing. Racist comments will be deleted.
While The First Amendment is my bible; it doesn’t apply here. I rule Courting or Courting rules me. Whatever. We just hate being judged by people who aren’t fit to lick our Pink & Black Timberland boots, let alone the designer ones.
We, we, we, Courting, Savannah our computer, Toto our imaginary dog and I are united in our belief that people who watch Fox News and make disparging remarks about Hillary Clinton should think before they make causticly funny to them, sick remarks in another person’s blog because we do bite, and we have found to utter amazement we can enjoy answering some of the sickest comments. We also found it thrilling to ban a racist.
This very loose women with incredibly sick values is going into the bedroom; and dream of a a certain goy* boy toy, maybe a movie star recently talked about, maybe a recent visitor, maybe a total fantasy.
*Goy as in goyim or not Jewish. Yes among all my other sins I’m a cultural Jew who doesn’t believe in God. Like much of the religion; have problems with the God part, sorry, and I don’t mean to offend anybody.