because sometimes you just need to whine. anonymously. and since those significant others all read our blogs, we just need a safe space they don't know about!It is interesting to me that the discussion in this thread is loosely split down gender lines.
babylon: though I'd like to point out that stifford's mention of this site (which, incidentally, I am getting a hearty chuckle out of) elicited no reverse response.It's old news. I had linked that site before, and that was a double post.
I don't care if you ever read the paper again. I don't care if you ever get another 3 hour nap as long as I live, I don't know where the heck your belt it, but if I did, I would strangle you with it.My wife and I have a union founded on the principle that anyone else we might find would turn out to be just as aggravating. I thought we had one of those acerbic Everybody Loves Raymond romances, but from the responses in this thread, apparently we're cheating ourselves out of uniformly warm relationships with people who only complain in a constructive manner.
You sound like a real bitch. I can't wait to read in the paper about your husband killing you, hopefully in the most painful manner possible. Go to hell, you worthless cunt!are disgusting and add nothing to what could be an interesting dialog.
Pick Up Your Own Dawn Socks is a weblog for those wishing to vent spleen. Its contributors? “Wives and girlfriends.” No prizes for guessing who is on the receiving end. “Sometimes you just need to whine, anonymously,” says the site, “and since those significant others all read our blogs, we just need a safe space they don’t know about.”Actually, I thought the above discussion was mostly quite constructive ...
Except now they know. A mention of the site at Metafilter prompted a deluge of comments. Many thought the site was funny or helpful, but others were appalled by the diarists, who were branded “bitter”, “obsessive-compulsive” and “friggin’ yentas”.
The most furious, inevitably, made their way to the blog itself, where they logged on and upped the invective way beyond the usual complaints. Eventually the Pick Up Your Own site administrator intervened: “I don’t agree with censoring people,” she said in a Tuesday post, “but when people comment things like, ‘You sound like a real bitch. I can’t wait to read in the paper about your husband killing you, hopefully in the most painful way possible….’ I have serious issues…. So, as much as I hate to do it, I will delete any comments that are harmful to this site, a poster, or another commenter… I will happily leave anything that disagrees with this site or a post – after all, that’s what the internet is for: sharing and arguing and discussing intelligently.”
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