And another thing, about this tip jar crap.
If you feel like reading a profanity laced rant, step inside. If not, move forward. I like to give options.
I got one email telling me that if I knew what it was like to really be poor I wouldn't be asking people for money when other people really need it.
Fuck you, I know what it's like to be poor. Ever cash in your kids' bonds to buy groceries? Ever hock jewelry to buy diapers and formula? Been there done that, so shut your pie hole.
Next email was from an asswipe who said I should put my money where my mouth is and cough up dollars to other bloggers, their tip jars and their causes.
Let's see. I raised $700 dollars for the Daniel Pearl Foundation back in July. I raised over $1000 for the IDF last month. If a blogger I read daily has a tip jar, I give. If they have a wishlist, I buy when their birthdays or other occasions come around. I read sad stories and buy Christmas presents for people who can't afford to give their kids anything. I just don't announce it, if that's ok with you. So stick it.
My favorite email was this one:
"Oh, please, who do you think is going to give money to some girl who puts some bitchy opinions on a website? Big fucking deal. No one cares. Maybe if you showed a little T&A once in a while your readers would be more inclined to give. You're a girl, for gods sake, shut the fuck up for a change and flash us some skin and then maybe you'll deserve to be paid for what you write. Doesn't mean we'll care about what girl bloggers have to say about politics, but at least us guys will still check your site out to see if there's any new pictures or if the cam is on."
You think anyone writes to Glen Reynolds or Andrew Sullivan and tells them to wave their dick around on camera to get people to throw them a few bucks? Somehow, I doubt that. But once again, I come across an asswipe who thinks that female bloggers have nothing of importance to say, unless they are saying it with their tits. Go back to your porn and your box of tissues, buddy. That's probably all you're ever gonna get.
Yea, I'm in a mood. Why do you ask?