Hate(r) Mail
A while back, I solicited letters of love, hate, and the thin line in betwixt from all of you, in the hope that one day I would be able to use the phrase "my mailbag."
Well, that day has arrived! I can now proudly say that my mailbag exists! And not only that, but my mailbag rivals both People's mailbag and Interview's mailbag in terms of randomness and colorfulness of crazies (though not in terms of Taylor Hicks passion, and Old Hollywood enthusiasm–thank God).
So, since I now have justification for using the phrase "my mailbag," I've decided to reach into my mailbag (this really shouldn't be this much fun to say) and answer a few pressing reader emails for all to enjoy/contemplate with a mixture of revulsion and pity:
Amelie, your words are so "perty." Does this type of language endear me to you? Do you think you might want to go on a blog-date with me sometime? My blog or yours? I can turn the privacy feature on….
—Mysterious creep who can't even use his real name
Dear Mysterious Creep,
Hang on a second, I need to pick the shards of glass out of my hand after falling down inside your super shiny house of meta mirrors. Ok. There we go. I'm fine now.
Anyway, it's not often that I encounter a perfect stranger who is making fun of me and himself and his intentions so much that I get dizzy from rolling my eyes so many times and fall down, hitting my head on meta blog jokes. I guess what I'm saying is: I'm confused. Congratulations! Also, no.
One of the more liberal sites I've stumbled on…what a joke you are! You need to rat on Ann Coulter, one of the most intelligent, opinionated and passionate FEMALE of our immediate time…I just agree with one thing: I'm a "HATER" too…of YOU!