“GOMI was a lot of fun when you could go there and rip bloggers you don’t like to shreds, but now that a very few, FEW, people have spoken out against your piece, it’s a big, bad, place of bullying? You, dear, are special. Maybe you ought to start being honest about who you are and what you do?”
I was going to just ignore those chicks at GOMI and move on, because I realize how completely futile it is to engage with them once they get you in their cross hairs, but that comment just landed in my inbox, so I’m going to go ahead and say a few things.
First off, it’s laughable that people who hide behind usernames and anonymity on a snark site have anything at all to say about “being honest about who you are and what you do.” The internet sure does make people grow some big ass balls, doesn’t it?
If you’re at all interested in seeing the creative commentary GOMI has given birth to regarding me, check this out. Although I’m very aware of GOMI’s existence, I didn’t know that a thread had been started about me (actually, supposedly about Scary Mommy, but they seem awfully fixated on me in particular) until a friend – actually a regular on GOMI (yes, ladies, you have a betrayer amongst you) – pointed me to it.
To answer the above commenter: yes, I’ve posted on GOMI before. And you know what? I’ve never made a secret of that! I’ve mentioned it here on my blog a few times. I know I commented on a brief thread that was started several months ago about The Black, White and Pink Blog (you remember, the one in which the woman was writing very disturbing things about her stepdaughter who has Down syndrome?), and I’ve commented several times on the thread devoted to Kelle Hampton, which is now almost 1,200 pages long. Not that I ever came close to becoming a regular on GOMI, but do you know why I eventually stopped posting there? Because it just didn’t feel good. I mean, seriously – an entire website devoted to ripping people to shreds. The first couple of times I posted on the KH thread, I thought, “Wow, this is great – so I’m not the only one who isn’t enamored with her!” Every once in a while I would go back and read the latest on the thread, and my god! The minutiae of crap they fixate on and “discuss” for pages and pages – who gives a flying fuck what her husband does or doesn’t do for a living? Who cares how her kids are dressed? Who gives a shit which of her friends is sleeping with whom? This is the kind of shit that goes on for pages and pages on GOMI. I’m no fan of Kelle Hampton, but Jesus H. Christ, people (and remember, I can say that because I’m a fucking ATHEIST).
So anyway, yeah – after a while I realized that you can’t post on GOMI and walk away feeling good about it. So I moved on, decided it wasn’t my thing.
And now there’s a small (but respectable) thread about me. How does it feel? Well, frankly, it feels like shit. And not because I can’t take criticism. No, it’s because I can’t take bullshit. And that’s largely what it is. The twisting and perverting of context that goes on there! The baseless speculation! The blatant making shit up (nowhere – NOWHERE – did I ever write that I told my kids to “fuck off.” But that’s one of the many claims the GOMI bitches have decided is fact). According to them, I’ve terrorized my kids, my kids and my husband are afraid of me, my kids are permanently damaged by my blog, the meltdown I wrote about is worthy of investigation by CPS, I’m mentally ill, I exploit and capitalize on my kids, I’m a martyr who “constantly” reminds her kids of what burdens they are – and really, it goes on and on.
None of this stuff is true. But it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not – truth has nothing to do with it. Truth is not the point. Those women just want fodder – and really it takes so little to feed them.
I am a very human and flawed mom – I am the first one to admit that. I often fail to live up to my own expectations of what a mother should be. But my kids are not afraid of me, nor is my husband; they all know that I love them to the ends of the earth and would (and do!) go to bat for them any day of the week; they know that I’m free with hugs and laughs and meaningful talks. And yeah, they know that Mom is often stressed out, and sometimes she loses her shit. What’s funny is that they’ve speculated over at GOMI about how my kids would feel if they knew I posted that piece on Scary Mommy for the whole world to see. And you know what? They do know. First of all – they lived it, so what the fuck about it does anyone think my kids would be shocked about? Secondly, Kevin and Joey are thrilled that I wrote something that went viral – every day, they say, “Let’s check the stats on your post again, Mom!” My kids and I have a very open, frank relationship – we talk about shit. I’m not afraid for them to know that sometimes I even recognize that I fail as their mom.
You know what else is funny? I originally published that post right here on my blog back in February. GOMI was aware of my blog back then, but they didn’t grab hold of the piece in their fangs until it went big on the internet via Scary Mommy. Because that’s what gives them a hard on – anything that gets some decent internet attention lands in their sights.
So, you know what, bitches? I’ll take it as a compliment that you guys are talking about me. It means I hit the big time. Keep talking about me, because it just drives more traffic to my blog (which, you might notice, has no fucking ads on it, so your claim that I’m “capitalizing” on my kids is just one more utterly unfounded and, frankly, asinine, claim). Anyone who has actually bothered to follow my blog for any length of time knows that I’m not all the stuff you’re claiming I am. And the people who know me in the real world certainly know that. So keep talking if that’s how you get your rocks off. And thank you. Really, thank you.
Now, fuck off.