Hi. My finger is fine. Didn’t even bleed much! I even managed to wash it WITH SOAP to get any veggie burger residue out, then slapped on some calendula and a bandage and have even done some knitting. Will came home early, which was nice and kept the nervous break-downs at bay. Good husband, he is. You should all get one.
But I really just wanted to tell you about this lovely “anonymous” comment on my finger-slicing post:
Hello, Shitbag! I have not approved your comment because I was so worried that it would get lost in the shuffle of comments from people not too chickenshit to use their real names and email addresses. Instead, I am sharing it here so EVERYONE can see it.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me! I just love the internet. Everyone can say anything they like to people, even nasty shit they would never dream of saying in someone’s home (and really, what is this if not my virtual living room?), with no fear of discovery of their secret identity.
So the first thing I would like to ask is whether your employers, the International Cinematographers Guild, know how you are spending your time? You really ought to be more careful when you post from a dedicated IP address. I literally only had to click once (with my injured finger, so you know it was easy) to find out who you are.
But onto the bulk of your comment. First, it is wise of you to establish that you have “worked” with children. Awesome! So have I! In fact, I started babysitting when I was 12, which was 18 years ago. I’ve been a nanny for two different families and have taken care of countless other children. I also … what was that other thing I did? … OH YEAH, I also am a mother. Which it turns out is NOTHING like “working” with children at all. It is a thousand times better, and also a thousand times harder. So congratulations on having a job most of us have had, call me again when you know what the hell you’re talking about.
Second, and most important, I wanted to discuss your misconception that I told my son to “fuck off.” That is ludicrous. If you had actually read my post, you would know that I told him to “leave me the fuck alone.” I said this while crying and trying to keep my finger from falling off (exaggeration! It is merely a flesh wound!) and I absolutely meant it. If my charming, funny, intelligent kid turns into a shitbag because I once told him to leave me alone, then the entire human race is doomed and there is nothing I can do about it.
So thanks for playing, but I’ll be banning your IP address from commenting here. You should have read my comment policy.