Don’t start none…won’t be none
Ever wonder how and why the blogosphere took off so fast? My guess is because we are a country of rage. Everyone’s mad with somebody and all are getting their blog on to tell the tales. You got your democrats hating republicans hating socialists hating green party hating black people hating white people hating old people hating young people hating men hating women hating transgendered hating rural America hating urban America hating the west coast hating the east coast hating tall hating short hating skinny hating fat……and that’s like only .00001% of the hate…I didn’t even go international…..there’s some love too, but not nearly as much.
Everyone is getting their wrath published for free so that they don’t have to walk around with it all pent up inside like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment. Sure we could always have a diary or just write out our madness on a sheet of paper…but what fun is that if no one might just happen upon it in a Google search??
But the one major benefit of all that blogging from what I can tell, is that this rage, that might very well have been taken out for real, is reduced to the virtual. As hateful and venomous as some blogs are, they’re still just someone’s random thoughts that you have to look for to find. I don’t search for “nigger ho nappy head bitch”, so fortunately, I rarely venture onto such idiocy. Of course there are those that do, so ultimately the comments on any blog are either fiercely agreeable or totally not…no in-between…but that’s cool, as long as you get whatever rage that’s pent up out on the wonderful wide web as opposed to the unsuspecting public or the stupid lady in the post office………….oh… that brings me to my story, of how this blog saved a white woman, allowing me to vent here instead of on her boney face.
First of all, I’m already mad because I had a late lunch because of a hideous morning of fools at work and I’m mailing off my speeding ticket to Tifton County (a bullshit ticket I might add), so I’m mad when I walk through the doors. Nevertheless, I go and pick up a priority mail envelope and label and like a normal person, go to the counter to fill it out. I am not in line, because, duh, I’m not ready to be.
Well this Gated Community-Junior League-the-world-is-mine white woman comes in and gets in line then promptly gets out of line, comes around to where I’m standing, to get some certified labels that she begins filling out. I get done and get in line. I hear a “I’m in line”….but I don’t pay it any attention because I know she is not talking to me. The line moves up, I move up…I hear it again and she moves around now to the side of the counter where the line is.
The guy in front of me kinda turns, but realizes this is about to get ugly and quickly turns back around.
The line moves up, I move up and this Tiffany Amber bitch says loudly, “Excuse me but I’m next”……I said “No, you’re not, I am”….then this perfectly coiffed heifer starts with how rude I am and that how could I say she’s not in line next. I simply say, I may be rude, but I’m next. The guy in front of me says “how about both of you get in front of me”…I told him that wasn’t necessary.
This heifer gives me the “how dare you speak to me this way” look of complete astonishment and then continues, and I have to let her have it.
Everybody is looking at us…and the three black postal employees are about to die laughing. I told this nut “Your privilege does not work with me today. I don’t’ know what year you think this is, but your ass is BEHIND ME”.
She continues her rantings and even has the unmitigated gall to refer to me as “girlfriend”….WTF??
I keep telling her “WAS in line, past tense idiot!” and let her know that no matter what she will NOT be getting in front of me… and finally I go up to the next window where I tell the guy I need a money order and to mail my letter certified, and “when you give it to me, I will have the courtesy of filling it out OVER THERE so you can take the next person.” He laughs and meanwhile this heifer is still fussing about me ON HER CELLPHONE, mind you there is a big huge sign saying not to use those in the post office……so of course I would have been remiss if I didn’t kindly point that out to ERE ONE WITHIN EARSHOT. The other postal employee looks at me and winks…..and I say “I wonder what its like in their world”……..I wanted to just beat this Ann Taylor, J Crew wearing nitwit senseless…but I didn’t…because I knew I’d be writing about it later.
So you see…..blogs saved a white woman. This Martha Stewart – BMW driving – Prozac taking – Pilates class at 10am – kids named something stupid like Kylie or Eli – husband definitely cheating – country club member – fund raising for the arts – Coach bag I can’t afford – skinny broad was fortunate that Mizzo decided to allow my voice a forum…because I’m telling you the truth….Oprah gonna get these white women killed.