… when I posted a link to my previous blog post, about my kid’s nickname.
It was split about 70/30ish = people who understood my rant vs. people who did not.
The ones who did not were BRUTAL, and not in a ‘brutally honest’ fashion. It was more “shut yer trap, you 1st World Problem Spouting Hose Beast”, then a polite “oh, I was simply stating my opinion- why WOULD you be offended?” when I called them (or others did) on their shit.
I had no idea that there were so many passionate nickname haters out there. They should start a support group.
Instead, I started my own. It’s called “Exhausted, Fun, Wine Drinking (Or Not) Mothers Over 40” on Facebook.
Yeah, it’s a mouthful. Here is the cover photo:
it’s funny, coz it’s true
On my personal FB page, I added this preface to the description of this group:
“If your vagina is a clown car- or not- we’d really like you to join…”
I figured that would weed out the pickier people.
*devilish grin*
I can’t believe how UNsupportive people can be on these so-called “support groups”. It’s like wading through a cesspool of murky unhappiness just to get to the tootsie pop center.
I mean, if I wanted to have a huge knock-down, drag ’em out fight, I’d go to a family reunion.
