So some guy comments on my blog telling me to “start acting more philantropic” lest I come off as “spoiled”. Presumptuous, but whatever, right? Well, that’s the gist of the comment, and it took a lot of sifting to get to that one-sentence summary. The entire comment, however, lasts for several paragraphs and includes gems such as:
- “You know what you need to do china?”
- “I harsh critic of girls like you”
- “what a wonderfuld life”
- “this blog is going to get boring because unless you drop the fag (ha!) and start drinking and fucking with egalitarian might…..it is just not fun to read anymore…”
- “your entourage of blogging friends is just not that cool especially that black chix who wants to kill herself wtf man?….”
Oh, and apparently, I should charge people to read my website and donate the proceeds to “a hostel for would be german porn Scheissters actresses”. Direct quote.
In response, I informed him, “Unfortunately, the only organizations I’d be interested in supporting are ones that help ‘fags’ like my boyfriend. Also? I don’t really take life advice from those who lack professional credentials (see previous entry) and an understanding of the Complete Sentence.”
I don’t really believe in feeding the trolls, but this is kind of too good to pass up. In any case, I figured this would be the appropriate occasion to debut a new feature (recurring whenever the fuck I feel like it) in which Kennedy answers fan mail and responds to commenters on my behalf. There is no real point to this besides the fact that it amuses me. Without further ado, a word from “that black chix who wants to kill herself”:
Dear P,
Thank you for your entirely unsolicited and largely incoherent advice! It was high time someone had the originality and courage to send me an anonymous email criticizing my work, lover, and friends. In a world full of uninformed moralizing prigs, self-righteousness is just so refreshing! I find myself intrigued by your suggestion that I pursue philanthropy. Allowing my readers to vote on the charity and/or organization is an ok idea, but I thought that given your own authority on which problems are worthy of consideration and compassion and which we should just go ahead and trivialize, you might be a better choice.
As for that black “chix,” don’t take her seriously. She’s actually just a convenient writing tool that enables me to inject more melodrama into my blog. I personally find clinical depression so scintillating that I just knew she would be a big hit. And the best part? I never have to worry about her becoming tedious and boring my readers, because in all likelihood she’ll kill herself long before then. Such convenience!
Anyhoo, I must be off! Shoes to buy, blowjobs to give, other people’s caricatural fantasies of my life to fulfill.
Kiss Kiss!