I hesitate writing this Dismissal because you celebrate being hated – which makes me feel kinda sorry for you. All that inner fatgirl self-hatred and shame you have deep inside…you can just tuck it away and tag your site “Hollywood’s Most-Hated Web Site”. But can we be honest with each other for a sec, boo?
Every time you turn around, life throws you another shitty obligation to catch like a gypsy’s baby at a train station. Bills, calling your mother, child support. Can’t a motherfucker sit on his couch and beat off watching a house marathon and just chill? The Answer is no. Because just when you get the lights turned off and make sure the blinds are closed, some motherfucker you’ve known for 20 years calls you on the phone with some problem they expect you to fix. And you have to put your dick down and listen, becuase that person is your BFF.