No Love, Me – The Clueless Verison

Damn, haven’t had one of these in a while, but it’s Friday and I’ve been serious enough this week.

*ahem*

Dearest Stacy Dash,

SHUT. UP. You sound damn ignorant.

No love,

Me

“Begging for Attention” So?

CN: suicide attempt mention

 

I read a blog post attack the concept of “wanting attention is bad” and it made me think about when I was a kid.

Last year was the 20 year anniversary of my first suicide attempt. I was 14, miserable, didn’t see any escape from the life I had except for death.  I would lay in my bed and cry out of misery.

And no, I really didn’t have anyone at home to talk about it. Well, no one would actually help.

Two years after that event, my stepmother threw into my face that the doctor treating me during my mental hospital stay told my dad that I was “doing this for attention”.

(she also told me during that conversation that if I tried to kill myself, she’d help me take the pills.  I almost took her up on it, if I didn’t have plans of my own)

“Stop typing and pet me more, you’ll feel better!”

Annnnyway, it took years for me to process that, and a few visits to a shrink to make me realize something about kids seeking attention.

So what?
I was a kid who thought death was preferable to living. As a KID. Even if I failed at it, how wasn’t that a cry for attention? I sure as fuck wasn’t getting it at home, hence the hard hit of depression, hence the attempt. Granted, I had been depressed for years prior, but it was two years building up of lacking the attention that would help me figure out my sense of self or security.
You’re damn right I wanted attention. And there was nothing wrong with that. Kids need attention, even when their ages start up in the double digits.  Preteens still need to know that they matter, that they are loved, that their needs are important too. They’re not tiny adults you can start shoving adult responsibilities onto and ignoring their needs.

And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be noticed.   This is very different from wanting to be in the center of everything. Why do we treat the former like the latter? We all desire to be noticed and acknowledged by our peers and families. Yes, even you Mr./Ms./Mx. “I don’t need society’s approval, I’m my own person”. A few days without acknowledgement of those around you, and you’d feel awful.  That’s why social media is a thing.  That’s why I’ve written so many words on this thing over like a year.

We’re kinda human like that.

So attention me, people! 🙂

 

*Nelson laugh*

Seriously, fuck this guy and his over-producted hair and constant smirk.

Nope, I’ve got nothing else. It’s Pen Name writing time.

(UPDATED) Dear Businesses Run by White People:

Hey.

Come here. Have a seat. We need to chat.

Look, I’ma need some of y’all to not use Black Lives Matter to sell your shit. Your beer, your apples, your what the fuck ever.

You wanna slap “#Caramel Apples Matter” on your sign, Minnesota’s Largest Candy Store in Jordan, MN? Join the movement?  Fuck you and the horse you rode in on and the stable you got that horse from and the mare that gave birth to it. You can join the movement of my foot up your ass.

“Dark Beers Matter”? Really, Wynwood Brewery Company? Yeah, you canceled the event and apologized, not being aware of what the promoters were even doing, but still, someone thought this up, thought it was a good idea and went with it.  Who was this person?  They, that promoter, can fuck themselves and the entire damn stable.

It’s not funny, it’s not cute, it’s offensive as all fuck to a movement that demands police responsibility. It’s offensive as all fuck to the families of people who have been murdered by the police due to racist bullshit. Is this a joke to y’all? Is this so simple to you, something funny you can pick up to get attention.  Because boy oh fucking boy are you getting it now.  We’ve noticed what shitstains you are.

And still, there will be people who will actually DEFEND this bullshit.

“Don’t be so sensitive!”

“It’s just a joke!”

My response:

One more time…

Call me a humorless liberal, but this bullshit needs to stop.  NOW. If you can’t support BLM, then leave the fucking name alone.  Stop selling your shit on the backs of our dead.

Got it? Good talk. You can go now.

No love,

Me

Update: So a few people have left negative reviews on the store’s Facebook page.  A friend ended up getting this as a response:

Bravo, Facebook.  Pointing out racist actions by businesses: bad. Allowing racist, sexist, harassing groups to keep on keepin’ on: good.

Oh, and apparently everyone who objected to Caramel Apples Matter is a BLM ‘thug’ according to comments on the page as well.  Isn’t it super great when racists show off their true colors with their language?

Super great.

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UPDATE the second: News of the sign made it to local press, with the owner claiming, as per usual in these cases, that it was a “mistake”.  At least there was an apology made, along with a desire to “move past this”.

No, sir, you don’t get to decide when we “move past this”.  And how the hell was this a mistake? Someone tossed the letters up at the sign and they just FORMED that randomly? Please.

Look, white people, just leave any and all things Black Lives Matter alone unless you’re offering support and allyship, and you won’t have these problems.  

Seriously.

No Love, Me: Head-desking Cis Edition

Cis folks,

STOP THIS!

No love,
Your fellow cis

No Love, Me (Terrible Stock Photo Edition)

Dear Whoever Thought This Was a Good Stock Photo to Use:

No one this far along would seek an abortion unless something has gone horribly, terribly, wrong.

To use such a pic is misleading as fuck.

Stop it.

No Love,
Me.

No Love, Me: Geekery Edition

Dragon Age fandom:

Do better. Please.

You’re making me sad to be associated with you.

No Love,
Me

No Love, Me: Papal Edition

(sorry about the sporadic posts, folks.  Still recovering from The Fucking Flu)

Dear Pope,

The proper response to words you don’t like is more words: rebuking words, counter-argument words, dismissive words, insulting words.

Not a punch.

Yes, even if it’s your mom or your religion they’re talking about.

We’ve learned this as children. You’re the leader of a major religion and a small city-state.

Act like it.

No Love,
Me

No Love, Me

Dear flu,

Fuck off. Life is exhausting enough with my combination of issues that I sure as shit didn’t ask you to come around.

Fucker.

No Love,

Me