My mother-in-law has commented on my writing exactly once. Once. “You spelled hear wrong.” That’s it. Once. But that’s how I found out she reads me – and is an excellent proofreader. Can’t say the same about Cousin Eloise. The perfect family matriarch strikes back. Again and again. Cousin Eloise never comments on my writing, but emails directly her disapproval. Her dissatisfaction also graced the post-script of her annual, heavy linen Christmas card,
Why it’s good to read the comments
I read the comments on my essay about a gift my mother-in-law gave me over 20 years ago. I read all of them. It was proudly printed in Cosmo, then reprinted in Redbook, Good Housekeeping and Women’s Day. If you didn’t see it, you can read it here. Yes, I’m still talking about it. It has over 210,000 views. That’s a lot. If they read it. Which a few of
Trolls vs. Friends. Friends Win.
I recently got slammed for my Abercrombie blog, for being “misogynist” and “slut-shaming little girls.” Ouch. Not exactly, my interpretation, but apparently I incited some angry feminist Abercrombie shoppers. They call it trolling in the blog-world. And while I’d like to be all bad ass about it, it freaked me out. A lot. Like 7th grade lunch room freak out when the popular girls all wear overalls and I’m still