I was just in my Twitter DM history sending out a few messages to some folks about something, and I ended up scrolling all the way to the end.
Fun fact. You can’t delete your private messages on Twitter. Or if you can, I don’t know how to. I creepily noticed that I have two dead people in my IMs.
One is LynnNChicago, where she is chewing me a new asshole for pointing out on her site that she stole a photo from my site. At that time I was using my icon as a watermark, and I made it very faint. It was from Kim Biermann’s wedding. She kept on trying to lie about where she got it and I pointed out it was in fact watermarked and she was caught red-handed. I was very polite in our exchange, despite her theft and subsequent attempts to send some idiot who claimed to be with Kim’s PR team after me. After she died somewhat mysteriously on her 50th birthday… another blogger, who happens to be Jewish who also disliked her and had run ins with her began pandering for her readership. #Klassy
The other dead person in my DMs was John from Johnny the Greek of RHONJ. He was a total sweetheart and always wanted to talk to me on the phone. No funny stuff, his wife would talk to me too. And I DO NOT DO PHONE. But I always took his calls. Sadly, he died in June. Reading our DMs made me sad. He was the definition of gregarious. I feel like he could be mistaken for a media whore, but he was not. He just wanted to be everyone’s friend.
And then I saw the DM from Lisa Vanderpump in December of 2011. I was NO BODY. I had made maybe 50 post if that many. The blog started in November of 2011 and I really owe my success to Nene because someone in her camp leaked that she would be on Glee and I got picked up by CNN, Daily Mail, and Reality Tea. I was still dumb enough to tweet the housewives back then, and LVP was still dumb enough to respond. I have no idea what I said, probably something about her “charity work” and this was her reply. I literally had a TINY FRACTION of views that I have today. Infinitesimally small. And yet she felt the need to tell me how powerful she thinks she is.