I have finally arrived as a blogger because I got my very first hater! Woot!
I got this lovely comment on my post about Lululemon’s CEO, Chip Wilson, being a total d-bag.
Apparently Yeah No really hates my hair. A lot. More than (s)he agrees or disagrees with my meditation on corporate PR suicide.
I have anticipated this moment from the second I started blogging. At some point someone is gonna hate what I do and they are gonna tell me.
But of all the things (s)he could hate about me, and there are many, why hate the hair?
I mean, sometimes I hate my hair, too.
Like, when I’ve got two more weeks until my appointment with Penny and I haven’t used any product and it’s all poofy and I’ve cut my bangs twice by myself and slept on it and I wonder if I just look old and ridiculous.
I hate my hair then.
I had a hard time finding these pictures, BTW, because I delete any picture of myself that I don’t love. Because I’m vain like that.
But then there are the times when I really love my hair, like here. And most of the time.
So Yeah No, point taken, and let my offer me thanks that you’ve preemptively yer welc’ed.
Now if I were to hate on myself, which I do all the fucking time, here’s what I would go to town on:
- My narcissistic blog is about stupid shit that doesn’t matter and is usually riddled with typos
- My stupid and uninformed opinions
- How I make a fool out of myself on a pole in tiny outfits …
- … with small children around (gasp!) What kind of horrible mother am I?
- How I abuse my cat by moving her litter situation around
- And how I abuse my employees by making them deal with her litter situation
- How I swear way too much and am setting a bad example for my kids (but I don’t swear around them … most of the time)
- How I dress inappropriately for my age
- How I post strange videos of my young friend’s butt all the time
- How I often wallow in self-pity
- How I take advantage of my hot Asian doctor friends by posting videos of them being hot either 1) pole dancing or 2) performing surgery
- How no one really gives a shit about what I think yet I insist on writing anyway
- How I spent a year cleaning out my house and, aside from inner peace, don’t have much else to show for it
- And speaking of, I’ve kinda been slacking on getting rid of stuff. Loser.
- Don’t forget I have a vicious dog
- I make fun of my friend Tabby for having an accent AND being skinny. I’m such a bitch.
- And what’s with my kids’ nicknames? How wrong is that?
- How I should be nicer to my husband, who I call Loony and that’s just mean
- And I post pictures of him in a stupid outfit
- And the list just goes on. And that’s just for people who don’t know me! I’m sure if you knew me you’d have hundreds more reasons why I suck. Maybe thousands if you are my ex-husband.
But you can hate my hair, if you really want.
I love this!
I was Googling hater memes and this one tickled the shit out of me. There’s nothing quite like multiple spelling errors to take all the wind out of your (not you’re) sails.
But I’m not gonna hate back. Yeah No has a right to his/her opinion.
As a gift to my hater (maybe haters, if I dare to dream) here is a totally gratuitous video of myself learning the Holly Drop at the studio. Feel free to hate on my feet. And my hair. And my technique.
You can’t hate on the music because I didn’t choose it. And if I were you, I wouldn’t pick a fight with the Norwegian Nanny. She’s very strong. And mean. Yer welc’.
Time to cut the crap.
I’m too lazy to rotate the photo.
Kids’ jeans. DONATE.
1) I love your hair, always have
2) no one is looking at your hair it that video
Thanks Pamcakes. All I care about is that YOU like my hair. Really, it’s all about the hair.
Very strong I will take as a compliment, but mean? Okay, just a little. But only when you ask me for it!
You have to be a little mean to force us to do devils elbow drills.
I started reading your blog because we both love to pole dance…and keep reading because you are kind of hilarious! What sticks out to me, in your photos, is how chic & flattering your haircut is!! I’d say, be proud your point was heard, because your hater is probably the Lulu lemon man himself.
Thanks Tricia! And I am so pleased to know that another pole dancer reads my blog. Where do you dance? The Norwegian Nanny called me out for calling her mean, but really, you should hear her curse in Norwegian. I have no idea what she is saying but I immediately feel the need to grovel. Plus, have you ever done the Devil’s Elbow? Oh god, the pain.
What does that bit at the end of the haters comment say? Is that English- I mean American?
Definitely American. I can’t blame the Brits for that one.
Wait a sec. Pantaloons. Who says that?
no seriously- yer wiec- what is that?
Douchebaggery.
I love your new do……..The weird hater person reminds me of my friend Elliot. He was about 6yrs old and watching Stella poop. He was fascinated and said, “groooossss”. I said, ” So stop looking!” He laughed and laughed. So I say to the hater, “Then don’t read it” It is very simple. Hating isn’t bad. Indifference is much worse. 🙂
I considered ignoring it but it was good material. I consider it a gift.
The opposite of love is definitely indifference.
Keep writing. Keep exploiting your hot Asian doctor friends. Keep calling them hot Asian doctor friends. Keep doing what you do.
Hey man, I call it like I see it.
you’re awesome! i didn’t even really know you yet and your blog prompted me todo some much needed cleaning house which is ultimately responsible for helping me heal from my divorce. Keep doing what you’re doing. cute hair, cute dog, and all 🙂
I’m glad that I was able to motivate you to clean up your house and heal the divorce wounds. I know all too well how long and hard a process that is. Thanks for reading!
You met Lisa in my class last Sunday, btw! 🙂
AHHHH!!! Lisa, don’t be mad if I don’t recognize you. I can’t remember faces. It’s horrible!
You are so damn cute and talented that some jealous soul is sure to notice. Poor, miserable hater.
Says the woman who shoulder mounted on both sides before even doing a regular inversion. You are never going to live that one down.
When one is as witty as you are, madam, who bothers about hair anyway?
In my opinion, it’s brilliant.
As is your post.
Oooh! Madam! I love that kind of talk! Thank you for reading and your kind comments.
It was my pleasure.
I love you! I am the one who asked you about the cancer question for my girl scout project. I am going under my middle name Mei-Yuki. Lol… I think you have the right to be the way you are! I mean nobody is perf. Well, I think you are like awesome and beautiful!
Hey gorgeous! I checked out your blog, it’s so much fun! One of my favorite cat’s was named Yuki, I have a fondness for that name.
Hahaha that’s cool!
😉
I hate you…
Nah, not really. I just thought someone in this bunch should jump on the troll wagon. I love you, “you’re” blog and specially your hairs! oh and yer Welc’
Someone has to keep my head (and hair) from blowing up.
Ahhh!! Congrats and welcome to the very bizarre club. Weird, huh? Wait til you get the emails where people are praying for your soul – for some reason? That be fun stuff 🙂 She/he obviously doesn’t know cute hair. You are clearly adorable….
Clearly!
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