You know where I’d be without my sense of humor? In the nearest nuthouse, that’s where.
Apparently my silly little Beagle piece https://athingirl.com/2018/10/ was not received well by someone, feeling it necessary to send me a personal email to tell me so.
Gone are the good old days when privacy was respected, thanks to the audacity of the internet, short of my blood type, will happily tell you everything there is to know.
It’s AB Positive, by the way.
It appears my #Metoo crack at the end was allegedly in bad taste.
To quote the late, great Kurt Vonnegut, I will say anything to be funny, often in the most horrible situations.
I have to laugh (see I can’t help it) at the presumption to not have empathy for those women who’ve declared publicly they’ve been sexually assaulted.
On the contrary, my admiration for their valor is vast.
This is what I know. Most women have had something sexually inappropriate happen to them in their lifetime, including little old, mean…HOW COULD YOU SUSANNAH…me.
When #METOO started collecting speed, three lovely ladies I know told me stories long buried, suddenly above ground as if it were the Day of the Dead.
If one remembers, I wrote about the oily music man lying about getting me an agent when I was 20, hopeful, trusting and terribly stupid that, just so you know, still gives me a significant chill.
The person who took umbrage at Mr. Beagle being the Cosby of canines clearly isn’t a regular reader because then they would have known, if I was indeed ridiculing the METOOMOVEMENT, then I was ridiculing myself as well.
Where would I be without my sense of humor after surviving an alcoholic, abusive home, beaten and told daily, I was stupid; enduring men who, lied, stole, cheated and left, leaving only their credit card debt as they rode into the sunset with some deceitful blonde I thought was a friend?
You know where I’d be?
In an urn, in the shape of the Chrysler Building on my pal Ed’s book shelf next to a copy of, Gone With the Wind.
So to quote dear Mr. Vonnegut once more….and so it goes.
And to quote me…
lighten up amigo, you’ll live longer.