My Single Mom Life

I sit here, going through blog feeds, reading message boards, checking emails, looking at stuff.
I spend a lot of that time thinking about all the various bits of things people write about
Why did so and so write that? Why do I write what I write?
Just weird thoughts.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about how people on line think it's ok to say something to someone because it's a computer screen, I doubt they'd speak to someone like that in person.
The other day, I was spoken to quite rudely by a man who owns a business that I sometimes do work for.
I immediately replied with my answer, and that it was not ok for him to speak to me like that.
I started getting private messages and emails from other people who saw the exchange, telling me how rude he was. That they too thought that was not ok to do.
No apology has been said, and it won't be.
Would he speak to me this way in person? I highly doubt it.
Would I say back to him in person what I did?
You betcha.

People are so damn phony on line, they would never have the courage to speak to someone else in the manner in which they type away on these boxes.
Since that exchange, there have been several other blogs that I comment on, who have said things like, 'when I saw how he spoke to Kat, I wanted to reach through the screen and slap him.'
I said at my age, I will never allow anyone to speak to me like that, ever, not ever by someone like him.
I got called the Norma Rae of blogging for standing up to him, plus my battle against cyber stalking, which is so not over. There's an army of bloggers sending emails to a lot of important people about that.
I'm actually drafting an email to someone whom I hope will do a much harder hitting piece than what GMA did.
But back to the rudeness that prompted this post.
I've never been a follower. The band can be marching down Main street, and I'll be headed up 7th Avenue.
I am not buying the hype. I'm not playing along kissing asses as I go.
There's nothing more disgusting than ass kissing.
It may very well be the fastest way to the top, it may get people all the attention they desire, but it's gross.
Day in, day out, I watch people kiss ass even after being completely fucked over.
There's a small handful of people who speak up and call bullshit, but most? *kissy kissy slurp*
You just got fucked. Where is your anger, your outrage?
Of course you can make the new plans work, we all can, but doesn't it matter to you at all that you just got fucked?
Is it not registering with you, that he insulted the crap out of you by saying he spent more money than you did?
Hello? It's not the fucking money. It's the time, the plans we all spent making, the effort we all put in.
Maybe some of you can take it lying down and smile after being totally screwed, but I watched him insult you and you took it.

No amount of money is ever worth being insulted for.

Maybe it's stuff like this, my ability to say exactly what I think regardless of what the outcome may be, (I could very well be banned from potential earnings) that I got another Thinking Blogger Award.
Thank you Sassy, I appreciate it.