Not so long ago, our own TNQ (The No Queen), posted a rant about OnWhine Journals. TNQ shared this hilarious missive from someone who
can't see that she just blew her own foot off with a shotgun. (And yes,
we DO laugh about the fuckwits amongst ourselves.) The lovely couldn't
resist annotating the self-inflicted maiming and providing us with her
wickedly trenchant insights into the mind of a defensive blogger.
As always, editorial comments are in bold
From: Donnla Nic Gearailt <donnlan@cogsci.ed.ac.uk>
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:29:42 +0100
To: thenoqueen@heartless-bitches.com
Subject: re journal rant....
Darling, if you don't like what people put in their on-line journals, just
deal with it. If you don't like it, then don't read. Who cares what you
think?
I find your rant whiny in the extreme - Wah! I don't like the fact that the
content of someone else's personal website isn't to my liking! How terrible
for you!
I have a journal online, something for which I pay approx 5 dollars a month.
If I feel like being negative and bitching about my problems on there, I go
ahead and do it. Anyone who doesn't like that, has my permission to go take
a long walk off a short pier.
I feel absolutely no need to portray myself as
a balanced, sane, normal or otherwise worthy human being in my journal -
that's what real-life is for.
Since when do I have some sort of obligation
to make my writings entertaining for the general public anyway?
If I was
that talented, I'd be writing about my life in a newspaper, not some on-line journal.
It's not like I'm shoving each day's installment through your
letterbox and demanding that you pay attention.
I occasionally get notes on my journal from folks who seem to think I should
be running an Up With People convention in my pages.
Well, I have a strong dislike for annoying, positive, happy-face-facism
afflicted idiots who read
Pollyanna one too many times when they were a kid.
Life can really suck,
and I have little time
for those who persist in the illusion that "every cloud
has a silver lining" or that "all things happen for the best".
The truth is, life sucks most of the time,
and no-one else cares enough to help you out with your problems.
I spend my time in real life getting myself out of
whatever mess I'm in at a given moment,
and reserve my bitching and more
vulnerable and fed-up moments for my nice little private fantasy world
in my on-line journal.
I'm sure it's deadly boring for those who drop by,
but the point of a journal is not really to have other people read it anyway,
it's to keep me SANE
and prevent me ripping the heads off certain people around me
as right now might not be the best time to ritually disembowel some of my less
pleasant acquaintances.
If I want to bitch, complain, whine, moan, grouch or
be just plain ANNOYING in my journal I will go ahead and do so.
Oh, and I do
enjoy toasting those who leave such notes.
They are particularly tasty
flame-grilled with a drizzling of olive oil and sesame seeds. mmm.
I guess you'll be saying, "So why doesn't she take her own advice and quit
whining about the contents of the HBI site when she doesn't have to read
it?"
Well, because I can see where you are coming from,
but remember, an on-line journal is NOT a syndicated newspaper column.
You seem to forget that.
Donnla.
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