This here is a flame just for Shirley Ujest and her ilk.
History:
I am a big fan of Shirley’s writing. She writes eloquently and humorously. I’ve expressed my admiration of her writing via posts at least twice and I sent her an e-mail (or was it an ICQ) about same.
I never received a reply to any of these. I noticed it, but really, there are so many people on the Internet and I know she has other fans. It was no big deal. I really wasn’t hurt. Before.
Now I’m hurt. See this thread: http://www.straightdope.com/ubb/Forum5/HTML/000471.html for the exact moment I was hurt.
I recognize her now. She’s another incarnation of the kind of woman my sister-in-law is… I like to call her the Anti-Woman.
For years, my sister-in-law and I did not get along… When my husband and I were dating I was pretty much obsessed with him. This made me seem like a dipshit to my sister-in-law. She thought I was stupid and a was annoyed by my “niceness”. Hey FUCK YOU! I was taught manners when I was very young and they’ve stuck with me. My conscience dictates that I do many things, as far as manners go, including (but definitely not limited to) the following:
- Make small talk with guests. Don’t sit in stony silence.
- Offer guests something to drink or eat.
- Talk with the guest about subjects which interest them.
My sister-in-law construed this behavior as “sucking up” and was annoyed by me doing it with any member of the family, not just her.
HELLO? How else am I going to get to know these people? Yes, I would like them to like me. But this IS me. Deal with it, Bitch!
Yes, I am happy most of the time. Why? Because I don’t see the point of belaboring the obvious, as in: Life sucks. NO SHIT! So why don’t you cry about it? What good does it do sit around thinking negative thoughts all the time? It sure hasn’t made you into the happiest of people. Do you feel fulfilled?
Shirley if we knew each other in real life, I’m sure I’d just feel your disdain for me. I’m nice. Sometimes I say goofy things without thinking. If you were my relative, I’d go out of my way to get you something special for Christmas. I’d be extremely excited about a baby, no matter what the gender. I’d probably scream about it, I’d be so excited. I doubt that I’m as intelligent as you.
So get off of your fucking high horse and try appreciating the women around you for what they are, instead of what you wish they were. I bet they could all learn something from you. I know you could learn something from them.