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Dear Sir and/or Madam:

 

Thank you very much for bringing to my attention the important issue of (circle one):

a) white people losing their privileged position/racial majority in this country

b) your deep feelings that gay people getting married somehow renders your marriage less special

c) your barely concealed rage that we no longer live in a fictionalized version of the 1950s

d) your horror that Christianity is no longer the accepted default religious position and those damn Muslims/Humanists/Atheists/Sikhs/etc insist on existing

e) the basic unfairness of a universe that refuses to allow you to scientifically support your religious/crackpot ideas

f) your deep philosophical point that I am fat/a chick/a chick that doesn't wear make-up/obviously some kind of lesbo/a hippy pinko feminazi/etc therefore am incapable of being right

g) [write-in space here for issues not covered]

 

Your opinion is not actually important to me at all. In light of that, please allow me a moment to explain just how little I actually care.

 

Imagine, if you would, that in the deep recesses of the past my blackened, shriveled excuse for a heart was capable of giving a fuck about you. Not because I thought that you might actually have had a point, but rather because I could recognize your basic humanity and thus stir myself to the level of empathy necessary to give a single, lonely fuck about what you had to say.

 

This single, sad little fuck ran up against the crushing behemoth of your entitlement. I attempted to engage in reasonable conversation on the misapprehension that such a thing is actually possible in the comments sections of most websites. But then the jaw-dropping assertion that, say, pointing out that straight white men have it kind of easy is somehow racist hit my poor little fuck like a rocket sled crashing into a block of ice. That fuck I gave was easily shattered into at least one hundred pieces, one or two of which I was able to recover for later use.

 

I would have tried to recover more of my poor, pulverized fuck but you burnt my fingers with your incoherent inability to spell or use even the sophisticated grammar of a second grader and I retreated rather than suffer further.

 

And then that just kept happening. 

 

Over and over again, I attempted to give you what remained of that original fuck, and you continued to crush it under the weight of your certitude that life is spectacularly unfair to you because there are people who, shockingly, want the same opportunities you were born with.

 

Thanks to the internet and the free range of jaw-droppingly stupid opinion available for instant consumption, the fuck I once gave has now been divided and diluted to the point that you could search through every molecule that has ever existed in the universe and find no trace of it.

 

So at this point, the best I can manage for you is a homeopathic fuck at a dilution somewhere past 400C. Which, if you believed in magic, might actually have some kind of meaning. But given that I'm a woman of reason, it means I literally have no fucks to give you at all. In the entire universe, not one single fuck exists of mine that can be yours in regards to your entitled whining. Ever.

 

Have a nice day.

Comments

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danielmedic
May. 19th, 2012 04:15 am (UTC)
[applause]
katsudon
May. 24th, 2012 03:03 am (UTC)
:D
jupiterjones
May. 20th, 2012 06:17 am (UTC)
Damn, baby! You had me at hello. ^_~

Hugs!
V
katsudon
May. 24th, 2012 03:03 am (UTC)
/bows

:D

Btw, I am in Houston as of right now... well, technically as of three days ago.
datenshiblue
May. 21st, 2012 01:39 am (UTC)
*standing ovation*

:)
katsudon
May. 24th, 2012 03:02 am (UTC)
<3

By the way, ladies, I'm in Houston now...
datenshiblue
May. 24th, 2012 04:12 pm (UTC)
No shit?!! :D

We should get together and eat food or something. ^_^
katsudon
May. 25th, 2012 01:34 am (UTC)
We totally should. :) I'm doing the regular 9-5 job thing now, but I'm basically at loose ends on the evenings and any weekend when I'm not back in Denver.
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