More thoughts on MIM

Sorry, I just got through going through all the comments that MIM has gotten in the last few days. And I have to say two things.

1. Anonymous and obviously fake email address and websites are the lowest of the low. If bloggers are honest enough to let it all hang out, then trolls should at least leave us a forum to comment back to them. That being said--I will find a way around troll comments--maybe Dan the computer god will help. Hmmmm....
2. If the people who responded to MIM's posts can be construed as a fair sample of the technically literate in this country, then I know why it's been so hot in this handbasket. My goddess, people, do you really think that one simple post about appearance and its effect on relationships is worth so much drama? The very attention paid to it shows how important it seems to be. If you didn't care, you wouldn't feel the need to comment.

What is so damn wrong in this country? Three monthes ago, I stumped my new family doctor. He said that my blood pressure is fine, my glucose was back to fine after the birth of the baby, and there is nothing wrong with my glands. Aside from a trick knee from a car accident in my youth, a slightly increased heart rate (not much, I can still donate blood), and a touch of IBS, I am in perfect health. Here is the kicker, I weigh about 330 lbs. And before anyone busts a gut, I've weighed that since before my husband married me.

There is no medical reason for my obesity. I eat what my husband does (180 lbs), and when I'm working (my work is seasonal), I lose about ten to twenty lbs. No more, no less. I can't seem to break the 300 lbs barrier.

So if I'm healthy, and my regular exercise keeps my weight steady, why is it such a big deal? It shouldn't be. The only people it is a big deal to is my doctor and my mother.

And now possibly you. So can you tell me why it matters? Why does it matter to anyone out there that I have a loving husband, and wonderful child, and I am overweight?

The MIM issue, or will you please clean out your ears!

I don't know about you, but I read until the end of a post. I read every word in a post. I construct them into to sentences and paragraphs, and there fore understand what the writer is conveying.

Apparently, I am a rare bird in the blogosphere. Evidence is provided by the Morphing into Momma blog. MIM posted a piece about a class she was taking. Basically, the debate was about what being comfortable in a relationship means to different people. Her point in this debate was that a spouse should consult their partner before making drastic changes to their appearance. That a spouse's likes and dislikes should be taken into account after marriage as well as before.

Somehow weight became the thing that her fellow students glommed onto to pick apart her argument. Their point being that no man should tell his wife to lose weight. MIM agreed and rebutted by saying she didn't say it was about weight gain or about husband/wife roles. She further pointed out that drastic changes in appearance can be an indication of depression/stress/etc., but she also tried to pull it back to basic premise--attractiveness is based on image. And one should consult with one's life partner before changing that image.

MIM also backpedaled to explain that weight gain due to illness/age was not what she was talking about. She was talking about changes to personal appearance that were controllable.

I don't know about anyone else, but when someone I love radically changes their appearance, I become concerned. Mostly because in my experience, this is a control issue. When my husband shaved his head, after growing his hair out for two years, at midnight, I asked him if he was okay. He said that he was and that he was going to load the dishwasher. I told him that he was taking the next day off and to call in before going to bed. Our baby was 1 1/2 months old and was refusing to sleep. I sat down with her and finally got her to sleep while Chris called in sick and we slept in the next morning. He went off to the rpg game store and hung out there for awhile and returned much better.

I don't know about you but I recognized the signs of an impending wiggin from my hubby and nipped it in the bud.

I hope that this clears up some of the absolute stupidity going on out there over this post. Yeah, that's right I called everyone who made such a big deal out of post they probably only skimmed through, if that, stupid. Oh, and I hope you do comment. Unlike MIM, I love to fight, and for every ugly comment I get, I'll give one right back.

I think it's horrible that she has had to turn off the comment feature on her blog. I think that everyone who didn't really read what she said and then commented like the half assed baboons they are should have their keyboards taken away.

BRING IT ON, ASSHOLES! COMMENT AWAY!!!!!

In transition

I know I have a lot of knitting blogging to catch up on, which I'm in the process of taking the pictures for as we speak.

But I have to make something known. A realization that I had.

Nothing is infinite.
Everyone is in transition from one state to another.
We began dying from the moment we stopped maturing.

Stop reading this and take a walk. It is spring time for goddess sake.

Rejection from Far Sector SFFH

So after many days, Far Sector finally got in touch with me to say thanks but no thanks. I think they sent a form letter, but I'm not sure. There is this:

"While readers here appreciate what’s strong about your work, we feel the work is
not a match for our current editorial needs. That in no way is a critique of your
work’s quality, and we hope you don’t feel too let down."

So, is that something they added, or do they say that to everyone? Am I insane to obsess about it? Does it mean that 235 Hark Lane needs another, tighter rewrite before it goes back into the cold cold world?

Can someone please explain the world to me?

But we don't give up, no matter what the world says. Someone out there will like this story. We sends it out again, precious.

How nerdy are you?

I'm nerdier than She Who Reads!

So its been awhile, redux

Yeah, so now that I'm caught up on the ABC along blogging, now I need to get caught up on the charity knitting blogging, and the just usual blogging.

I have a lot of catching up to do, so expect some changes soon. I promise.

Oh, in other news, I have an essay up at Associatedcontent.com. So please, click the link to my content producer page and rate it. I would appreciate it.

F is for ...

Freesia! My darling flower child. Be careful this is going to be a picture intensive post.



Isn't she the most beautiful baby in the entire world? The last year of my life has been all about her, and I can't think of anything else better to be about.