I’m sorry about that necklace comment. I knew you probably wouldn’t
like it, and I thought you would tell me to fuck off if you cared to
respond at all, but I didn’t think it would actually hurt your
feelings. I know you don’t care about my stupid opinion, but on
principle, I should have known better. Basic human decency says you
don’t insult someone you don’t know for no good reason.

I’m not sure why I thought it was ok to say that. Perhaps because
other commenters were saying things about your makeup and it didn’t
seem bother you at all. Or maybe because I usually find no flaw at
all with your style; it suits you perfectly, even in its most unusual
incarnations.

Or maybe I forgot that you have real honest to human feelings because
even when you are emotional, you are strong and seem impervious. But
regardless, it was a thoughtless, jerky comment. I’m sorry.

For what it’s worth, I’ve been reading your blog for five years(so
yeah, again, I should have known the comment would bother you), since
Tony Pierce got linked from Salon.com for his photo essay about
bullfighting and in turn linked you at some point. I agree with Tony
that you are a master at blogging. I’ve never thought of you as a
trained monkey. I don’t criticize anything you do. I take you
seriously as a damn good writer.

And that is why I keep reading…because you are interesting, because
you understand people, because your word choice is brilliant.

So anyway, you scared the shit out of me, shattering the illusion of
anonymity I had posting (how in the world did you know I went to St.
John’s? I don’t understand internet technology, I suppose. Creepy.)
but even more so, I feel really guilty for being a shithead,
especially to someone who’s entertained me for free for years.

So one more time: I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Danielle