My Dirty Little Secret

PLEASE NOTE: Today's post contains an opinion alternative to one that you have heard from me in the past, so if you are entirely happy and convinced of my emotional maturity, wait for tomorrow, or maybe the next day, to read again.)

I am afraid, dear readers, that I have misled you, for a long time now, to believe that I am a nice person. That I am selfless and believe in the "greater good". That I avoid conflict like the plague. That I don't like to piss on other people's parades or piss other people off. Well, I lied, at least about half of my personality. I would hereby like to confess that my other side is more Violent Acres than Shrinking Violet. (In fact, I thought about claiming to actually be VA, but my writing lacks the verve of hers, I'm afraid.)

This is a blog (yes, I called it a blog, VA) I found recently, and I am almost-nearly-but-not-quite-hardly ashamed to admit that I am truly digging it. VA says things that a million others of us are thinking but are too afraid of controversy to say it out loud. In one post, she wonders "if the term African American is the only one available to me or is it ok to call someone a ‘black guy.’" (I've always kind of wondered myself: Do I really have to refer to him as the 'guy with brown hair & eyes & dark skin' when there are a dozen white guys with that same description I could be talking about?) In another, she makes the case that realizing your ineptitude as a parent and aborting a fetus is more desirable than that child growing up to be an abused, unredeemable waste of oxygen (complete with the most disturbing example I have ever heard). In yet another, one of my favorites, she rails against the Blatant Consumerist Bullshit That is Christmas In America. O Christmas Tree, indeed.

Lest she think I'm kissing ass with a thoroughly glowing review, since she generates five hundred times the traffic that my piddly blog does here, there are quite a few posts I disagree with, mostly because she makes some pretty broad generalizations about divorced parents; absentee fathers; all children who get kicked off of airplanes; the redeeming aspects of abortion for all feckless, reckless fucks; and fat people (and sometimes seems to contradict herself on the issue of feminism). I have had completely different experiences with divorce, absentee fathers, and the court system, so I have a whole lot of problems with some of those.

But mostly? If you take away all the venom, and if you read the posts without the added poison, I agree with a lot of what she has to say (although I personally think it's a more entertaining read with the venom and the poison). She pushes us ever closer to the edge of our own discomfort, and she usually is spot on in a lot of social criticisms. She's received a lot of flak for writing anonymously, but after seeing a good friend with a kickass blog (where she was NOT anonymous) give up the blog because some crazy disagreed with a review about a local petting zoo & started harassing her, I really don't disagree at all. Some of VA's posts are so provocative and controversial, I might actually question the wisdom of NOT going anonymous, with all the intolerant crazies out there.

(Now, VA, I hereby submit a couple of catchphrases for your consideration:
"Acres & Acres of Acridity"
"It's my Care Cup. See? It's empty.")

Comments

[Chile]

Thanks for that link. Hilarious writing!

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