When I wrote these commenting rules past a former friend who was known for being mean on the Internet, she told me straight up not to post them as they were too off putting or whatever. She might even have been the originator of the whole Go Die In A Fire GDIAF thing we love here. (mostly when you know that is not really happening to California, IT’S A METAPHOR or something).
That said, MY SITE MY RULES. Or as my mother used to tell me, like it or lump it. I literally have bumps on my head from um… lumping it when she was trying to untangle my hair. 🙂
So for all the new folks and people afraid to come out of the shadows… The rules are pretty simple. And also, I get like eleventy billion people a day trying to comment about what a cunt I am or how I am wrong on this or that, and maybe I am. Please find another place to go. In the meantime I have suggested
As for the rest of us, we are always open to new people who want to post here. Just please read the commenting rules first and we will be fine. And try to stay out of the WLS.
TT I’ve been with you a very long time and know you like a book. When I come here I say what I say always respecting the rules. I just don’t get why it’s so hard for some people to just play well with others. I don’t always agree with you or like your delivery but hey, it’s your site and I know how to keep scrolling. Be nice y’all, be safe, and stay warm.
Last night I frantically called Nanette because I wasn’t receiving comments via email. This is important to me because sometimes people post on very old post and I want to comment or at least know it happened. If I were Jewish I could say I was verklempt. I appreciate you for understanding the whole like it our lump it thing (I do still all these years later have a lumpy head, lol). And I would never try to make you agree with me. Some times I may be full of shit. I’m just an old lady on her couch in the not very nice hood. I’m not perfect. Sometimes I fuck up. Sometimes I say stupid shit. But the one thing I know for sure is I appreciate you guys. If the site disappeared tomorrow, or Internet wasn’t a thing… I’d have no reason to go on. You guys are my chosen family and it is huge and it is beautiful and I love you all.
you just officially made us a sorority… we need a charter!
No we need a conservatorship.
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You have full permission to say that you’re verklempt. Or that something is meshuggenah. Or that your schozz is stuffed. Or that you’re eating a bagel. The spreading of the use of Yiddish words is a beautiful thing.
Thanks! But that my schozz hasn’t been stuffed in years. Oh wait, I get what you mean. 🙂
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When I used to go play bingo with my mom and her twin, there was this old Jewish woman who used a word and it sounded like (pardon the spelling) Mushkapoyya
Is there such a word or something like it?
Thanks!??
Maybe this: Meshugana is Yiddish slang for a person who acts in a crazy or nonsensical way. It can also be used as an adjective to describe such a person, or as a noun meaning nonsense.
I was thinking this the other day. It’s your blog that you support that you work on that you stress over and yet? people attack you or tell you what you can and cannot say? Or freak out what you believe or don’t believe? When did everyone become so GD sensitive? Seriously, when did this “I Feel Attacked” mantra begin when it’s just someone expressing their point of view?? They can get their own blog then and write what they want. Meanwhile, wouldn’t it be funny to see all of us in person on a zoom meeting or something? There are so many of us with so many different viewpoints that I think it would be fascinating. Well, hubs just left to get second shot so I’ll keep you posted…
Girl… I am not sure what all of that meant. lol. But yes, I wake up every day to OMG I may need to cry for a moment. There used to be this couple who walked by my house together all the time. He always had a gun on his hip, because the hood. I just saw her walk by with a baton or some sort of stick. ALONE. I haven’t seen that guy in a while. And I am sad. Living (for me by choice) in a poor neighborhood… you know your people even if you do not talk to them. I wanted to ruch out and hug her. But that is not a thing.
When I drink I want to hand out cards to the people who pass. Like the old man who jogs by every day and inspires me but apparently not enough to lace up
And this couple who apparently is not a couple. Fun fact a huge army of men are across the street at the hipster house . WTF IS HAPPENING?
In March of 2020 I threw him $100 and a pint of Ben and Jerrys Pistachio Pistachio because I figure we were all going to die He said he couldn’t take the money but he would take the ice cream. I made him take both. I don’t know what is going on at his house but I feel the need to take care of him. He trimmed a HUUUUUUGE tree that I look at every day, Sorry rambling.
I keep forgetting to address your Pistachio ice cream laments.
I understand that our neck of California has just about every kind of international market nearby and it isn’t quite the same near you, BUT IF you do have any Mediterranean or Middle Eastern or Moroccan food stores nearby, that’s where I have found the BEST Pistachio ice cream. (And lots of other goodies. I love that Yogurt soda that has convinced The Fiancée that I have a worse palate than her Miracle Whip palate.)
I have been trying to go back to bed for hours. But I promise you living in the hood is better than any TV show. Why are there dozens of men at hipster boy’s house, What happened to the other guy who recently moved in? Where is Hipster Girl now? Who are the people that the other hipster guy moved into a house I can’t see down the street? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.
Signed,
Gladys Kravitz
I miss Gladys Kravitz – the original. My hubs new when the neighbours were getting a divorce in the middle of winter (up here in Canada) just be the car activity in the laneway!! It got confirmed the following spring. I have never paid that much attention to what happens out my front or back doors. Hubs has passed so I no longer get any of his vibes about what’s happening. I guess I’m more Eleanor Rigby lol
Do pass on these answers, inquiring minds want to know!!!
Your house, your rules. Period.
I appreciate you and respect your rules.
The End!
If you come on this site and bitch and complain about the OWNER of the house you’re an Asshat. TT, I give you100% permission to use that term before you send them to the WLS. It goes:
Verbal Warning
Temporary Time Out
Calling them an Asshat while sending them to WLS.
Don’t voluntarily come in my house and criticize it! Go find someone else’s home to complain about. I hear WW needs some more supporters.
Ok, going back to being the nice person I am.??
Eleventy billion come here to call you a cunt or tell you you’re wrong? What in the actual fuck?
Can you imagine?
Ha! Happens all day every day. Have you ever noticed that the shows we hate the most are the ones we talk about? It’s like that. We’re still watching though.
I’m rather amused by it most days. Especially, the “you can’t block me, I can just use a VPN!!! BITCH!” Those are my favorite. Oddly when I surf the net and find a site out of billions I don’t like I ….wait for it… just don’t go there. 🙂 People seem very angry that I won’t let them trash me on my own site. Someone recently said I run the site like North Korea. That may be my favorite. 🙂
That person sounds like one of those “free speech” types that stormed the Capitol. North Korea (and communist and Nazi) references are their favorites. Too dense to understand that the Constitution protects freedom of speech from government interference, but private entities are not part of the constitutional “protection” of the perceived right to say (or write) whatever the fuck they want to say or write. Mouth breathers.