Dance, Chicken, Dance
Summer’s over, I guess, and it’s time for me to haul my sorry ass back here. I’ve been horrendous about posting this summer, and more than a couple of you have emailed and reminded me that I have a quota of Chicken Liver posts to write, and I suppose it’s time for me to get on with it. No better time than now, since Chick has gone and stepped in the proverbial poop. If you’ve somehow missed this delicious drama unfold, our Chick has had a rough week, what with being outed by Dooce, The Mighty #26. Outed and threatened with legal action by another. If I weren’t so damned gleeful about the whole episode, I’d almost feel sorry for her. Almost. But not really.
Dooce has been her main target since she started Poop on Peeps three years ago. Sure, there’s been some equal opportunity hate thrown in for The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond, and a few lesser known bloggers, but methinks that’s simply filler until the next Dooce post. Jealousy is the oft touted opinion as to the source of the hate, but I’ve always likened it to a junior high, with the outcast taking revenge on the popular kids by scrawling spiteful statements on the bathroom stalls.
But as the saying goes, living well is the best revenge. And Dooce has taken this philosophy to a new level, deciding to Monetize the Hate with a new section on her blog, absolutely swimming with ads, where she’s publishing some of the hateful comments and e-mails she gets. And many comments left at Poop on Peeps. Clever. I hope she makes bucket loads of money from it.
The ironic thing about this story is that Dooce may never have actually named Chick if her followers hadn’t started bitching about it in comments, or if she hadn’t taken to Twitter to accuse Dooce of stealing her content. Initially, Dooce didn’t credit the comments at all. She’s pretty much just let her readers believe these are comments she received in email. Since comments become the property of the blog owner, she’s attributing all the comments to Chick, regardless of who actually wrote the comment. To her readers, it really looks as if Chick’s a deranged lunatic, spewing hateful e-mails continually. Dooce has not linked directly to Poop on Peeps and it seems most of her readers are still unaware of the connection. I’m sure that will change.
I think it’s brilliant. Chick is running ads, making money indirectly from Dooce. Likely an insignificant, paltry amount. Dooce, on the other hand, The Mighty #26, with her millions of followers, might stand to make a small fortune indirectly through Chick. Of all the slaps to the face that could have been delivered, this must be the one that stings the hardest. Dooce’s Alexa stats are way up lately, and she’s been riding a wave of publicity. Traffic to her Monetize the Hate section is likely more than most blogs will ever see. The Alexa stats for Pooponpeeps.com are down and the comments there are dwindling in numbers.
Dooce profiting from Chick’s hate wasn’t even the worst part of her week. Her Collecting Children entry was a largely incoherent ramble about Michelle Duggar, people who have 26 cats, The Jerry Springer Show and Sandi Benson of Lucky Thirteen and Counting. She was far less than flattering in her assessment of Sandi Benson, calling her out on her parenting skills, her appearance, her over-sharing. Pretty typical chickenshit attack. Pretty lame, considering that Chick herself is guilty of much of what she rages against Sandi for, minus the kid collecting.
Sandi was somewhat less than amused by the experience, though, and posted a very pissed-off rebuttal, stating her intention to pursue legal action against Chick. Taking the expose Chick theme one step further, she posted Chick’s name (slightly wrong again, though!), hometown, several email addresses, and even Chick’s sister’s names. From all accounts, the Bensons might just have the financial wherewithall to engage in a legal battle with no guaranteed outcome. It’s hard to imagine what outcome they might be expecting, but if legal action is pursued, life at Poop on Peeps is guaranteed to be affected.
It will be interesting to see how this plays out. Chicken Liver’s identity has been thoroughly exposed. While Dooce has not connected Chicken Liver of Poop on Peeps directly to the Michele she credits for many of the crazy ass comments about her, people are now furiously bombarding Google with searches for her. Her name is all over Twitter. She may have legal problems. It’s only a matter of time before people connect the dots. If you Google the name Dooce gives, the link for Lucky Thirteen comes up, and there you get the dirt. I hope for her sake that Dooce’s fans really aren’t the mindless minions that Chick has always maintained they are.
12 comments September 21, 2009
My Pioneer Woman Top 10 Useless Opinions List
Just last week, I clicked on the “All Time” search engine referrals for The Bitch Sessions. As can be expected, there were plenty of hits related to chickens and other nonsense, and some really interesting searches related to bitches, in general. The very top search referral, though, with an impressive 678 hits? Drumroll, please………Ladd Drummond.
It doesn’t surprise me that there are hundreds and hundreds of hits for any variation of The Pioneer Woman’s name. She’s probably the most popular female blogger out there. People are very curious. If you ever choose to write a post about The Pioneer Woman, be prepared for the relentless onslaught of searches related to the lovely PW. The appetite for all things PW is insatiable, equal parts of love and hate, all rolled into one.
But Ladd Drummond? What do you want to know? He’s a non-blogging, non-celeb married rancher from Oklahoma. Sure, he’s handsome enough, and the the Drummond family is very well known, but I really wonder what people are looking for.
I don’t claim to know much about The Pioneer Woman, or her husband. I read her site infrequently, and don’t really understand the enormous appeal, and don’t think I ever will. But I do have my opinions, and that’s all I really have to offer you on the subject. Without further ado, here’s my PW Top 10 useless opinions list.
1. I don’t believe she’s under any obligation to inform her readers of every detail of her life, regardless of how many times she’s used the phrase “keeping it real”. She’s a blogger, she’s not taken an oath to tell the truth, the whole truth and nuttin’ but the truth.
2. I do believe that she and her hubby probably have a happy relationship. The hiney tingles and this new obsession with his forearms are a little over the top, but hey, after being married that long, with four kids, I say BRAVO if they’re still sexually attracted to each other. I prefer to take these things pretty much at face value. Why waste your time debating whether a blogger you don’t know, and her hubby you don’t know, are as happy as she’d have you believe?
3. I don’t understand where the assertions that Marlboro Man is an ass, and treats her badly, come from. Everything she’s written about him suggest a fairly loving partnership. Yes, that’s definitely what she wants readers to believe, but I have never read any credible reports otherwise. I totally discount comments that start with “I know Ree personally and blah blah blah“. I always feel these comments are left by little troll like creatures who desperately want you to believe whatever pack of lies they are passing about. If these trolls were really friends of Ree and Ladd Drummond, I doubt they’d be telling the world that he’s an ass.
4. It’s been alleged at another blog that shall remain nameless - y’all know who I’m referring to here – that Ladd and Ree Drummond are basically made of money. It’s been said that they’re worth in excess of 20 million. Are they? I have no idea, but I kind of doubt it. The beginnings of this rumour are undoubtably this article , read and horribly misinterpreted by some truly ignorant people. Yes, court records apparently state that land was sold for this amount, but by Ladd Drummonds father, not Ree and Ladd Drummond. Why would anyone assume all that money passed to Ladd? Why even assume any of that money has been passed on? Taxes, debts and liabilities, other business interests, anything could have swallowed up that money. And if it has, or will be, passed on to family, there’s more than Ree and Ladd to consider, including his brother and six or seven grandchildren. It is reckless and irresponsible to promote the idea these folks are millionaires many times over. And, honestly, folks, if you were worth in excess of 20 million buckaroos, would you be getting up before dawn every damned day to work a long day in the Oklahoma weather? Not me.
5. Homeschooling is not for everyone, but for some it works. I don’t know, nor really care, about the details of Ree’s lesson plans, but an intelligent person would reasonably assume she’s educating those children properly. Both she and her husband are college graduates, it’s perfectly reasonable to expect she intends her children will also attend college. The idea that the Drummonds are training those children to be nothing more than ranch hands is laughable, especially if you do buy into the idea that they’re fabulously wealthy.
6. I have no frickin’ idea if the Drummonds employ a nanny, a gardener, a housekeeper or a billy goat trainer. I can’t imagine why it matters to folks, but “Ree Drummond nanny” appears in my search results often enough for me to know that many of you do care. It would be my guess, based on nothing but logic, that she does not. Regardless of what some may think, I don’t believe that she’s trying to portray herself as a “true” pioneer woman, beating the laundry off a rock down at the crick. She has no problem blogging about the other creature comforts they enjoy, has blogged about babysitters and household help before. Why assume she’s hiding a deep dark secret involving domestic help? She’s no Kate Gosselin, folks.
7. When I was growing up, my siblings and I all had to pitch in and do some serious work around the house and property. Generally, it’s what was expected of children in those days, at least where I’m from. So, no, I don’t think her children are being used as cheap labour, nor do I think it’s abuse to have them get up early to work with their father. It’s ridiculous for anyone to assume Ree and her Marlboro Man schemed to keep the kids home from school just so they’d have cheap labour on the ranch.
8. No, I don’t think she’s a great photographer, but I didn’t know she ever claimed to be. Everything I’ve ever read from her is chocked full of disclaimers about how she’s not a professional. Personally, I like the fact she has outside contributers, I probably wouldn’t look at her photography section much at all otherwise. But, while there’s not much I can learn from Ree about photography, I am sure her tips and lessons have been invaluable to many others. If photography is a new passion, any tips and advice are helpful.
9. Will I buy her cookbook? Absolutely not. I’m sure that it’s going to be lovely, and full to the very brim with photos, but I’m not a fan of much of her food. Only a few of her recipes have ever made me want to cook. As with her photography section, her guest food posters are interesting, and Pastor Ryans Spicy Orange Shrimp were really good. But I can’t stand to wade through three dozen pictures of her chopping onions on every recipe. I understand the point of it all, but it’s not for me. I can’t imagine it will be any different in her cookbook.
10. God, do you really want more? I don’t know if I have another logical thought to throw at you, so I will end by saying her contests and giveaways rock, and good luck to each and every one of you who enter. Myself, I’m holding out for one of those lovely Nikon’s.
24 comments July 10, 2009
Saving the Children….One Chicken at a Time
If you have read The Takedown’s newest post this week, this post may seem a little repetitive to you. In fact, if I were lazy enough, I’d just direct you to The Takedown’s post and say ditto. It would suffice. Unfortunately, it’s never enough to say ditto for me.
I, too, received an e-mail from someone I believe to be Chicken Liver, the owner of Poop on Peeps. It’s being alleged that my publishing copies of her previous diaries, and her personal information, has resulted in threatening phone calls and comments to her and her family. Apparently, she’s received e-mails and comments saying I am distributing copies of her copyrighted works. And she would like me to stop immediately. Or she’ll have no option other than to prosecute me.
WTF??
No, really, WTF?
Um, OK. Where do I start? Chicken Liver’s private diaries were never published on this site. I wasted plenty of time I’ll never get back reading said diaries, but never published them here. Nor did I ever publish her phone number. Or e-mail address. Or home address.
I don’t believe for a second that any harassing e-mails Chicken Liver is receiving, if, in fact, there are any whatsoever, are because of this blog. I don’t believe I’ve broken any laws, and I have no fear of legal threats, but the one mention of Chicken Liver’s/Shellybean’s/JetPass’s proper name has been removed from this site. Any future comment that reference her real name, or address, will not be published. This does NOT mean that Chick, and her minions, can’t be discussed here. A full on bitch session is always welcome here.
This e-mail, though, is simply further proof, to me, of the raging ball of hypocrisy that is Chicken Liver. Chick must have known that both Lilith and myself would write about receiving this e-mail. She gets to inform her ass kissing Chicklets that she’s been harassed and threatened because of us, without ever having to say so on her own blog. She gets to paint a picture of a rabid anti-Chick brigade, foaming at the mouth, waiting to pounce on her, while still being able to distance herself from the reality that she herself is responsible for the way people view her.
As Lilith referenced on her site, Chick’s raison d’etre is to save those poor, helpless children who are put at risk through their mommyblogger mommy’s quest for internet fame. Bloggers who are so addicted to the virtual ass kissing from their sycophantic minions they will ignore the warnings and continue to put their child at risk. Hmmm. Wait, that sounds a little familiar. Actually, doesn’t it sound like Chick? I’ll be gosh darned if it doesn’t sound just like her. An attention seeking blogger, reportedly receiving threats to herself and her family, but unwilling to take the necessary steps to protect her family, like, oh, I don’t know. Maybe like removing the vicious hate blog that is likely the cause of any threats she may possibly have received????
It’s interesting, really, that mere days after it became public that someone had copies of the old blog she thought was gone, WHAM! here come the legal threats. She must be terrified too many people will get to read her words, and judge her as harshly as she judges others.
Karma really is a bitch.
Edited to add: If you are interested in reading some of Chick – Shellybean’s old blog, it seems there is a new blog set up for just that purpose. Check it out, and tell ‘em Queen B sent you!
96 comments June 25, 2009
Boycotting Jon & Kate
In my house, Jon & Kate have been frequent guests. It’s not hard to catch an episode, what with TLC devoting three quarters of their airtime to the show. We watch, we know which kid is which, and we’ve always recognized that Kate is just a bitch.
The last year or two, we’ve started talking a bit about what life must be like for those youngsters. When the show started, they were such tiny infants, they would have neither known, nor cared, that cameras were on them all the time. But then they grew. And the cameras were still there, all the time, recording every moment of their lives, good or bad. Even potty training wasn’t off limits for Kate and her producers.
Suddenly, they’re mommy and daddy’s breadwinners. The entire family’s fortunes rested on their tiny shoulders. Jon left his reported IT job to “work at home”, whatever that means. The show shifted from showing how a family of multiples faces daily responsibilites and challenges, to showing how a family of multiples travels to Disney, and Hawaii, and wherever the hell else they went all the time. It showed how a family of multiples can succeed if they sell out their children to buy a million dollar home.
Even with all the greed and money grubbing evident, the kids were still darned cute. We still watched, still enjoyed the shock value of what Kate would say to Jon this week. We were still fans and loyal viewers. The kids seemed happy enough, with the exception of Maddie, of course. Despite all the bickering, you came away with the feeling that the kids were important to them, and they would do their best for them.
And then we caught the repeat of the season opener last night. And for the first time yet, I felt so incredibly sad for those children. Children know, and sense, so much more than we ever think. The tension between their parent’s is palpable. It would appear that Jon is likely not living at home. Paparazzi is following them, hounding their every move. What child deserves to have paparazzi scouting their birthday party? It struck me that this outdoor, accessible party was designed with paparazzi in mind.
It’s sickening to see both Jon & Kate Gosselin seemingly oblivious to the damage this show is doing to the children. How the parent’s exploit the children, I can’t control. But TLC exploiting them, playing up the parent’s marital woes for ratings? Well, that’s something I can help control, albeit in a miniscule way. I can stop watching. And I can urge others to stop watching.
This show has long since stopped being about these children. It’s past the point were you can claim no harm is done to these children. Yes, raising eight children is quite a financial responsibility, but let’s be honest – their parent’s are capable of working, and providing for their family. This show is no longer in the best interests of the Gosselin children. I hope you all join me in boycotting Jon & Kate Plus 8.
32 comments May 28, 2009
Keeping it Real, Vol. 2
After the little kerfluffle involving one of my oh-so-favourite bloggers, I was doing a little reading online. I came across an interesting link and when I checked it out, I recalled a post Chick had written last year. Remember her “Gift Guides of the Loaded and Mean“?
Chick had her panties all in a bunch over Dooce’s holiday gift guide. Insulted, apparently, at the very idea of “a fucking teapot for $165!” It was her suggestion that perhaps you could find a very nice teapot at Pier One for way less. And I’m sure you could. I’m pretty sure they must carry coffee pots there, too, but I’m not so sure Chick is as interested in cheap coffee pots.
It would seem as if Chick’s idea of a great gift might run a little higher than a teapot for $165.00. Take the coffee pot she registered for at Macy’s for her wedding. This little number ca-chings in for a sweet $304.00, catch it on sale for $165.00. Geez whiz, with that kind of savings, you could almost afford to get the $150 sugar bowl she likes, or the $129.00 creamer. If you got a few extra bucks to throw in, perhaps you’d like the serving platter for $314.00.
Too rich for your blood? Mine, too. Maybe I could swing the $50.00 mug she was looking for, but those $80.00 soup bowls are sooo out of my league. Who knows, maybe Chick was hoping Ree Drummond would send a gift. Cause, you know, like you gotta be Ree Drummond and her $14,000 floors to afford even a $165.00 teapot.
31 comments May 8, 2009
Big Brother’s Watching You…
He’s reading your blog, he’s scruntinizing your Facebook and Twitter accounts. Big Brother’s lovin’ those video’s you posted from spring break. He’s positively salivating over the accounts of your recent romp with that sexy dude you met at the bar. He’s scorning the hell out of all those nonsensical tweets you made about your boobs, though he doesn’t mind checking out the bikini shots you posted on your blog.
I know, I know. Big Brother’s not real. He’s a cautionary tale, just like the big bad wolf. Well, I am here to tell you, Big Brother’s definitely alive and well, and he’s checking you out daily. Don’t laugh at me, that’s just plain rude. He’s there, I promise you.
OK, still a skeptic. Want to know more about this Big Brother? Actually, you’ve probably already met. See, Big Brother is everywhere. He’s your neighbour, he’s your ex, he’s definitely your employer, and you can bet that little Jr’s BFF’s mom is playing Big Brother. Today’s modern Big Brother is everywhere, he’s everyone you ever met. And ever will meet. He’s there, he’s checking you out. And he’s sneaky. Sneakiness is the secret to Big Brother’s success. You see, with Big Brother, you may never even know that he was sniffing around your privates. You can be sure he was there. You just can’t ever be sure of how he judged you.
Still a skeptic? How about if the NY Times reported on it? Will you believe Clark Howard? Lifehack certainly believes your Facebook might just prevent you from being hired, or could indeed lead to your firing. Ask Dan Leone about his awesome Facebook update that led to his unemployed status.
Even if you’re in no danger of being fired, and you’re not worried about impressing prospective employers, this still affects you. It affects anyone with a blog, or a public profile online. Your neighbour? The one you’re sure hates you? She doesn’t actually hate you, you see, but she’s read your blog. She’s a little wigged out by the raunchy story about you and hubby visiting the sex shop, and the delightful time you had with your purchases. Not to mention how put off she is by your constant drinking references. Cause, really, not everyone has to have bourbon, or a lemondrop, to get through the day.
But, hey, why worry about her, when it’s your kid’s teacher that’s really an issue. She reads your blog, too. And she’s none to impressed with your take on her teaching abilities. But hey, she won’t take her frustrations out on your kid, though, will she? Surely she’s a hell of a lot more mature than you are. You hope.
Today’s social networking obsessed society is laying it all out there in way’s unthinkable to previous generations. The free-wheeling, let it all hang out, blogging, twittering mom of today is raising children who will have little respect for the personal boundaries of past generations. Today’s youth are already seeing the potential for social media backlash. What hope do we have for the kids of today, being raised in an environment where anything is bloggable, and very little is sacrosanct? Big Brother will watch over this generation, too. With luck, perhaps this generation of kid’s will be a little more circumspect than their parent’s. They’ll need it.
2 comments May 3, 2009
Breaktime’s Over
Y’all must remember Margalit from back in the Chick outing days, I’m sure. Remember the dramatics when she announced she’d be taking a blogging break for a while? All the hate blogger’s out there were wearing her down. She needed a break from the pressure.
Guess what? She’s coming on back! But she doesn’t want you to read her new blog. If you’ve looked at one of the handful of blogs that have written about her, you’re not welcome. If you follow someone she doesn’t like on Twitter, she doesn’t want you. Who the hell’s left, Margalit??
It’s such a scam. She doesn’t want you to read, but she announces she’s starting a new blog. She’s going to be private so the haters can’t hate on her. You have to e-mail a request, and wait for her to investigate and clear you for reading! If you pass her stringent requirements, you’re a member of the inner circle. Her near and dear, trusted readers. I wonder does she mean me, too? I think she secretly likes me. I noticed she didn’t clear me off her Twitter followers, even though she claims to have ruthlessly deleted all the contacts she didn’t trust. Things that make you go hmm…
On the flip side, though, she’s already said she’s going to eventually take the new blog public. Which kinda negates the need for her investigative vetting process, I’d say. Public blog, Joe Blow can read all he wants. As can I, and Lilith and Chick and Avitable. And anyone else who’s ever written about Margalit.
Methinks it’s just a big ole ploy to garner her a few new readers. Everyone loves a good story with a big, evil nemesis. What do you think?
15 comments April 27, 2009
Fame….
A few months ago, a friend and I were talking about blogs, and exchanging links. She gave me one for Julia Allison. I’d never heard of her before and said so. This is kinda how that conversation went:
Me: Who’s this Julia chick?
Her: Oh, my God! Are you even serious? How can you not know Julia Allison?
Me: I don’t know. Why should I know her?
Her: Seriously, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you lived under a rock!!
Me: I guess she doesn’t hang under rocks, then.
Her: No, she doesn’t. She just hangs in cool places, with cool people, doing cool things. If you were half as cool as you think you are, you’d know this.
Right after that conversation decimated any notions of my coolness, I looked up Ms. Allison and read all about her cool. And was totally unimpressed. She is totally famous for simply being famous. And that’s it. Wired Magazine actually made her their cover girl, promoting her and her secrets of self-promotion, because of her fame-for-nothing status. Seriously.
So, she’s famous. A fame-ho. Her Non-Society site is the latest in a string of different blogs and websites. She’s quite a following of devoted fans, but a seemingly larger number of haters. Someone has even resurrected the old Trainwrecks name, and has dedicated Trainwrecks2.0 to hating Julia. Tumblr made a bit of a fool out of themselves last month when they banned, and then re-instated Tumblr accounts which reblogged about Allison. I can’t decide if she really has enough honest to goodness fans to be as popular as she is, or if it’s the haters that are driving her stock upward.
I don’t get it, I really don’t. And that probably shows you all how totally uncool and decidedly un-hip I am. But I don’t freakin’ get it. She doesn’t really write, but she updates voraciously. She’s appeared as a talking head for something like 400 TV appearances, but Bravo is apparently not picking up the option they had for her Non-Society reality show. She has a dating column, but it appears her love life is always in the crapper. She doesn’t blog, or vlog, or anything like it. No. She lifecasts. No shit. And she’s a bonafide internet star. For now. Until someone younger, hotter, cooler and hipper comes along.
Famous for being famous. A reflection on today’s society, and our obsession with quasi-celebs like Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian? Or a sign of things to come, with more clebrities being spawned online? Are today’s blogger’s (or lifecasters!) going to climb the fame wagon like yesterday’s reality TV stars?
3 comments April 18, 2009
When “Keeping it Real” doesn’t extend to real life…
When I first decided to start up this blog, Ree Drummond and her Pioneer Woman cowpoopy goodness weren’t so much on my radar. I’d read the site before, and have even tried a couple of her recipes, but she’s not the kind of blogger I read often. Way too much down home goodness for my liking. I generally prefer a bit of substance to whatever I’m reading, and cows and horses just don’t cut it for me.
Ms. Drummond and her Pioneer Woman persona have quite a following, however, and many readers seem to have an insatiable appetite for all things Drummond. I think I’ve mentioned her twice on this blog, but yet, I receive dozens of hits every week for The Pioneer Woman, for Ree or her husband, Ladd Drummond. I still have no idea what the hell people are searching for, but search they do. As I looked over my stats page yesterday, a new PW related search caught my eye, and I had to go to her site and check it out for myself.
It would seem that Ms. Drummond’s server had been hacked early this month, and a form of malware installed to her server subsequently infected an unknown number of her readers computers. Shitty luck, huh? Glad I wasn’t one of those readers, many have posted about the problems they’ve encountered trying to clean their systems, and have been open about the fact this has cost moulah, baby. Mucho moulah.
Ree’s response to this crisis? Nearly zip. Nearly zilch. Nearly freakin’ inexcusably ignorant. Ms. Pioneer Woman herself has nearly ignored the fact that her server has caused some MAJOR inconveniences to her readers, not to mention cold, hard cash. Her explanations about what went wrong on her server are laughable in their vagueness. Aliens? Planet Hackatron? Really, Ree? Is this really the best explanation?
There’s not one real mention of what actually happened on her site. She doesn’t say, in plain fucking English, what happened, other than her Aliens from Planet Hackatron bullshit. She calls the infection a “bug”. She calls her server being hacked a “server meltdown”. She says a “handful” of visitors may have been affected. She says she doesn’t want to go into “the gory details”.
Seriously? Is this really the best she can do? She’s running what’s arguably one of the top earning blogs, with huge traffic. And clearly, she doesn’t have enough respect for her readers to be honest and truthful about something that, initially, was not her fault. And it wasn’t. She can’t help being hacked, I don’t suppose. But she can help being too full of herself to explain, in plain English, on the front page of her blog, what the hell happened, what the infection really was, and what her readers should check for. She doesn’t even have the decency to name the files you should check for. Understandably, she doesn’t want to associate her website with any unpleasantness. But when it spills over and affects her readers, you’d think she’d stand up, take it on the chin and be honest with her readers.
Not being honest, in my opinion, is worse for her reputation than avoiding the issue. Because she’s avoiding the issues, people are talking elsewhere. I looked in on Poop on Peeps earlier, and Chick’s readers are talking about it, too. Including some batshit crazy commentor who thinks Ree has deliberately infected her readers to gather marketing info. Is that the image she wants? I’d hardly think so. Avoiding the issue never makes it go away.
How’s that for keeping it real?
17 comments April 15, 2009
