when bloggers actually have souls
WARNING: this is when i get really angry, nay… disgusted with people. feel free to close your browser now.
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i received an email yesterday from a woman, offering money in return for placing her ad as a link in one of my previously written posts.
i get a lot of these. all bloggers do. and typically i just delete them and move on. this email, however, struck me as odd because she referenced the post in which she wanted to place her ad.
she specifically requested this post i had written back in february. i’ll let you take a minute to read the post to understand why my curiosity was peaked when learning that someone wanted to place an ad link in that particular post.
odd, no? who requests and ad link be placed in a post like that?
so, i wrote her back and simply asked for specific details.
this was her response…
The link would be to www.types-of-nurses.com/forensic-nursing
And we’d like it on this post http://www.mybottlesup.com/2011/02/create-the-mold-of-a-rape-victim/
All you would have to do is edit the second paragraph to read: “..i’ve sat with them in emergency rooms while a forensic nurse collected evidence, and i’ve sat with them in SARC…”
Then make the words “forensic nurse” link to our site
And that’s it. As soon as the link is in place we can immediately pay you via PayPal. Let me know if you are interested and if we can work something out. Thanks!
to say i was flabbergasted does not even touch it. i was astounded. disgusted. enraged. i was hurt and disappointed.
i told paul about the brief email exchange i had with this woman, and as he shook his head in disbelief, i let my anger out. i said nasty things, cursed humanity, and told paul where i would like to see this woman go. i was so mad that i cried. i got up off the couch, went to the bathroom, and cried.
how dare she! how dare anyone! what is wrong with people?!?!
but i made sure to write her back first…
Dear __________,
No. There is no amount of money anyone could PayPal me to place ads for forensic nursing programs in my posts regarding rape and sexual assault.
Nic
i know just as well as the next person does that the blog world can get ugly sometimes. i know that there are bloggers deemed as “sell outs” for accepting money for posts, ads, etc. ya know what though? i also know that people need to make a damn living. bloggers need to put food on the table just as much as anyone else does.
have i “sold out” and accepted payment for posts? sure. will i continue to? possibly. if the opportunity is the right opportunity.
and yeah, there are times when i cringe at certain offers, the inner starving artist inside of me yelling DON’T GIVE IN TO THE MAN!!!
but there are times when i feel overjoyed and grateful for opportunities (paid and unpaid) that are offered to me as a blogger.
what you won’t see me do is accept any form of payment for placing an ad link in a post i have written about rape and sexual assault.
isn’t the subject taboo enough? isn’t there enough controversy surrounding abuse, rape, and sex crimes? what do you think offering bloggers money for ad links in rape-related posts will do? get you more clicks? traffic to your site? no. it won’t. all it will do is make the association between consumerism and sexual abuse.
use that money that you were going to paypal me and give it to a sexual assault response center. donate it to the Joyful Heart Foundation and work to end the backlog on rape kits.
don’t offer that money to someone who wrote a post months ago in the hopes of being heard and making a change. that’s just insulting, and makes you look like an asshole.
the publicly acceptable profession
paul accompanied jackson to school this morning to speak to his class for career week. apparently paul’s profession is so cool that jackson’s teacher asked him to speak to the 4 year old class too.
WAY TO GIVE HIM A BIGGER HEAD THAN HE ALREADY HAS.
i guess it’s good that i didn’t go… being a “mommy blogger” and all.
nipplebreasts and other things
i can’t tell which are larger, my pregnant nipples or my pregnant breasts. this godforsaken first trimester is almost over (HURRY UP TIME, GAH!) and i’m already into my maternity/nursing bras.
i’ve never understood it when guys get all excited because they’ve knocked up their woman AND ZOMG THE PREGNANT BOOBS ARE AMAZING. really, they’re not. i mean, sure they’re HUGE, so if you’re all “bigger is better,” then ok fine… but keep in mind, big can be a bit scary at times, especially when you can’t figure out which is which, the breast or the nipple.
THAT WHOLE THING IS THE NIPPLE?!?!?
yes, yes it is. ::waggles eyebrows:: wanna get it on?
i fear the size of my nipplebreasts 6 months from now. FEAR. i’ve tried to think of a fruit that they may resemble by that point in time, and i can’t come up with one. this is probably because no fruit exists that large. trees cannot hold fruit that large from its limbs. it will die.
as is my self esteem. dying. slowly.
anyway, this week i did much babbling, over at ‘being pregnant’ so you should scope it out. we discussed all kinds of fun stuff, like the super powers of the pregnant woman’s nose. i taught the internet something new about how cool my dog is (pretend like you didn’t already know). and i couldn’t not share a story that my friend told me a few nights ago about her husband wigging out about their alien spawn. then i wrapped things up nicely with a little ribbon of love when i told you about jackson’s latest tantrum of awesomeness that makes me wonder how young he will be when he sees the shrink.
LOOKIN’ GOOD JACKSONVILLE
HOLY SHIT, IS THIS A BLOG POST?!?!? LIKE, A REAL ONE?!?!? ONE THAT DOESN’T JUST CONSIST OF CUTE PICS OF MY KID TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE LACK OF CONTENT?!?!? I BELIEVE IT IS!!!
so i just spent the last hour and 15 minutes watching the old woman who runs the local laundromat. her name is ms. sharon and she looked as though she needed a hug, and a meal that did not come out of a vending machine.
one of the washing machines was leaking, and little old ms. sharon came over to investigate and then proceeded to beat the shit out of it until it started to work again.
no, i’m not kidding. not even a little bit.
to my left was ms. sharon kicking a washing machine’s ass in her knee socks and slippers, and to my right was a cross dresser who rocked an afro like i have never seen before.
it’s magical here, y’all. straight up magical.
i was at a laundromat because we are currently lacking our washer and dryer as well as the rest of our belongings. as it turns out, though we are in our lovely new home, our shit is still on a truck… that has to make 2 stops before reuniting with us.
and thus, a chunk of my afternoon today was spent at the laundromat.
but we’re here! we’re back in good ol’ j’ville and it feels like we never really left, except for the fact that when we left here to go to maryland, jackson was 9 months old and he is now nearly 3 1/2. aside from that little tidbit, TOTALLY feels like we never left.
went to my new vagina doctor today, who is splendid and has a way with a speculum. (i’m just sayin… ladies, you know when an ob/obgyn knows how to work a speculum. YOU CAN’T FEEL IT. that is key. if any doctors or doctors-in-training are reading this blog, work on developing that skill. your patients will thank you AND MEAN IT.)
the jelly bean is good. i’m rockin’ a solid 9 week old bump that closely resembles the bump i had when i was 4 months pregnant with jackson. really, i just look like i have a large food baby. pics to come once i retrieve my camera gear as well as some underpants.
i got to drink the amazing orange sugar delight of a beverage that you’re given when you take your glucose test TODAY. and yes, i get to do it again between 18-20 weeks. why did i get to do it today? because i’m special, that’s why! since paul and i make rather big humans, they wanted to check my sugar levels at this stage in the pregnancy. i dunno… i just do as i’m told.
so, what have we learned so far today? glucose beverages are yucky. i’m carrying a food baby consisting of pizza subs, ben and jerry’s, and a few gallons of milk. we’re in our new house that lacks everything except for air mattresses and fold-out chairs and suitcases.
oh!!! and i’ve been babbling… so if you’re wondering about the status of my boobs, click here. if you want to tell me about how you broke the “i’m pregnant” news to your kid(s), click here. if you have ideas on how i can create a room that jackson and the jelly bean will be sharing, click here. and, if you think you’re the only pregnant person who checks the toilet paper every time you wipe, click here. you’ll feel better.
oh, and here’s a cute pic of jackson to distract you. he’s welcoming you all to our house… just don’t come now. we have no furniture. or food. or anything really.
post a la iPhone
Staring at my bubbled ceiling in my bedroom, I find myself feeling obliged to write something more than 140 characters. So here ya go, a post entirely written on my phone. Thank you, opposable thumbs.
Ohmygod I can’t even get through the first paragraph without mistyping shit. And then overcorrecting my error. This blows. No wonder people get so damn frustrated with technology. Aha! I found “full screen” mode. This may actually work.
A friend told me to blame the wine if this post ends up looking ridiculous and not making sense. Believe it or not, I’m actually not drinking at 3:48 pm. Not that I judge those of you who are, I don’t. I’m just saying, I’m not.
Parenting during the hurricane was strange this weekend. A few weeks ago, I wrote a post (which usually I would link to here but I’m on my phone and thus inept of doing any sort of linkages) how much tv your kid has watched this summer. I guess Irene is not a fan of tv because when that bitch roared through here on Saturday night, she tore some shit up, leaving a LOT of people without power (most in our county are still without) and without cable/Internet. Well ha friggin ha to you, Irene. You can’t touch 3G! Needless to say, being sans all major electronics has been interesting in this house hold. We have made swords out of coat hangars (the cardboard part not the metal parts. I only let Jackson play with sharp metal, remember?). We have gone on flashlight expeditions throughout our leaky apartment. And we have avoided burning down our apartment with the fire we light our candles with. And so what if some of the candles are Christmas scented? We still didn’t burn anything, though all I envisioned doing was clapping and cheering while this place was lit up in flames.
Anywhoo, enough about me. How did you handle Irene with your kiddos? Did you have 9 active leaks in your ceiling? Lose power? Still without power? Are you too living via your smartphone?
Yesterday I made the mistake of assuming that this place knew what to do post-hurricane, like Florida does. Florida rocked with hurricane Faye 3 years ago. We lost an 85 foot pecan tree and crews knew their shit. Here, in good old Maryland, crews made detours and screwed up your routes to accomplish anything, simply due to debris in the road. And yeah some was large and needed legit people to handle it but some was laughable. So you can imagine how irritated I was to spend over 3 hours in my car yesterday to get 2 errands done. 2!
Then I came home, put on sweatpants and went to bitch about it on twitter and my 3G wasn’t cooperating.
So here I am, writing a post from my phone. Draining my cell phone battery with the sole purpose being to put SOMETHING on mah blahg.
That’s how much I love you. And by you, I mean my little space on the Internet. Eh whatever, it’s all the same.
I’m sure if you’re enduring the agony of not having THE ENTIRE ELECTRONIC WORLD at your fingertips, you understand where I am coming from.
If not, then you just wasted time that can never be replaced.
Pa
Have a Sip
