Skip to comments.The Culture of Blechh
Posted on 08/19/2014 3:12:42 PM PDT by nickcarraway
The other day, I announced my pregnancy on my Patheos blog. Having used up all my creativity in making the actual baby, I didn't order custom-printed baby announcement M&M's to sprinkle around the house and then video my kids' reaction when they discovered them. I just put a picture of my belly sticking out and wrote, "Hooray!"
Because I am lucky, I got dozens of happy congratulations, some from people I know, some from people I've never met or heard of. Then, inevitably, a surprsingly slow 48 hours later, a commenter left the first poo in the punchbowl, saying:
"Here's to every woman's right to exercise her sexual and reproductive functions in the ways she and not someone else, chooses. Congratulations on your new baby."
Lovely! They should print that up on a Hallmark card and display it on the "Miserable SOB" shelf. Look, I do not require each and every citizen of the world to be happy about my new baby. It's nice when people are happy, but if they're not, what do I care? I'm getting a baby out of this -- I don't also need a round of applause. If you don't care, or if the very idea of another Fisher child makes you want to run out and buy another bumper sticker comparing the human race to a cancer, then I'm sorry about the four seconds of your life I ruined. Probably it would be best for all of us if you just went back to reading Paul Erlich for Dummies to your granddog and pretend this never happened.
Because that's what normal people do when they read personal news that doesn't make them happy: they move along. Right? Remember, this wasn't in the middle of a conversation about whether or not we ought to go
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Sounds like her commenter has had liberal arts and social studies courses at one of the cesspools formerly known as universities.
Simcha *always* knows how to tell it like it is, and how it spoze to be. She’s the kind of woman I’d like to be next-door neighbors with.
I seriously doubt the woman who left that comment would have had the guts to say it to the mother’s face.
Oh well that's just lazy. Where were the fireworks? Where were the acrobats? Where were the monster trucks? People just have no capacity for imagination anymore!
Anyone dumb enough to post deeply personal information on a completely public blog under her real name, with a photo yet, has no room to complain.
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