bitch it’s on (yawn)
AGAIN kate. again trying to glom some attention off my back (too lazy to find the other post i previously blasted you in). hawhaha. i am NOT required reading for you and i will ALWAYS be all over the internet so just shut your eyes. or find more internet (there’s lots out there).
4. I was never satisfied with Toronto blogger Raymi the Minx (who, now unengaged to her man/co-documentarian Phil Ogynist, is all over the Globe and the internet). Like most of my friends, I am interested, in both sick and justifiable ways, in the photoblogged accounts of other women’s lives. We want to see outfits, boyfriends, interior-decorating decisions, parties, hair. And Raymi dished out all of that, all the time, for ages. But, my most significant peeve about blogging, Twitter. et al is the amount of undue bragging that goes on. “Look at my rad new kitchen!” I’m instructed, only to click on a shot of a very average, very normal, very unworthy-of-a-click kitchen, or cake, or bike, or whatever. Such is Raymi. For every sexy, intriguing photo, there’s one of an Ikea bedspread; for every weird and interesting night out, there’s dinner in the Annex. Maybe I’m missing the overall effect of the ongoing, studied documentation, but if I’m going to devote any time to downloading photos of someone else’s life, it needs to be more exciting than my own.
whenever in the fuck did i say i had a rad new kitchen? this isn’t my house. it’s called transition. sorry i can’t move into the Ritz for the sake of your bored obligatory interest in my life. who the fuck are you anyway? i didn’t even know about your vapid reference to me until one of your online publication’s competition (who looooooove you btw)(snicker) contacted me about it. you are just another blatantly un-self-aware no one writing about someone for someone else. (does that feel empty?) then you went classist. COOL STORY KATE. i’ll let you know when i next go to salvation army and east side mario’s. ps. maybe if you learned to make your life appear to be more exciting than it is you wouldn’t have to make wimpy cattiness attempts about other people’s lives (living spaces). why make my non-news, news? you make no fucking sense.
i could be blogging from a box and it’d be diamonds in fact i made a post once entitled: segliuwegeuwigub and the body simply said FART. it received over 50 comments. can you type fart and get high fives for it?
it’s funny to me that i am bigger in toronto upon having left it.
update: she wrote to me. i am less pissed off now but i am not removing this post.