I was drifting about Google, wondering who was looking at my blog when I came across the above link.
I had no idea that I was coming across as a stereotypical, misogynistic, racist, bigoted, Good Old Boy. Not to mention: "ignorant", "hateful", "disgusting" and "trivialized violence".
Folks, I tell my stories to amuse people. The fact that apparently more than one person finds me to be, well, all of the above, is a bit startling.
I may need to rethink this blogging idea.
When I started this blog, I fully expected to catch the occasional bit of hell for my comments and opinions. I await with bated breath for the moment when my stance on illegal immigration hits a couple of Aztlan websites.
One thing I never expected, though, was to catch hell because of my stories. Blindsided me a bit, there.
I have been firmly, albeit gently, slapped into place by my little* sister-in-law, who is enceinte again, and thus not any any mood for horse-puckey.
LD: "Someone thought one of my stories was disgusting."
LD: "Not to mention ignorant, hateful, and misogynistic."
SIL: "Oh. Do we know this person?"
LD: "I don't think so. I'm kind of wondering if maybe I ought to not post stories..."
SIL: "You moron."
SIL: "We give a **** about the opinion of this unknown person ... why, exactly?"
LD: "Umm...good point."
SIL: "Yeah. Thought so. Now on to important stuff: where the hell can you find jalapeno relish in this burg and who do I have to kill to get a jar?"
So. The stories, opinions and comments shall continue, unabated.
After I locate a jar of jalapeno relish and some blueberry muffins.
*I call her 'little' because she is five feet tall, not because of latent misogynistic Good-Old-Boy tendencies.