No Pity till Brooklyn

Um, we don’t lady. We hate you because you’re a conceited bitch.

I’m going to say this once, and then never again. Here’s why you read and hopefully like my blog. I’m self-deprecating, that is, I make fun of myself, for things that most people may relate to. In doing so, I’m making you laugh at yourself. This is called satire. If you are reacting with pity, or feeling sorry for me, you may no longer read.

I’m fine. I’m good, actually.

The man I spend my life with (no names mentioned, but there’s only one of him) asked me if I wanted feedback on my blog. I said no because I knew I wouldn’t appreciate what he told me, but he gave it to me anyway. He is worried that people who aren’t hip to  my self-deprecating sense of humor will feel sorry for me. So for his sake, I need to tell you that you needn’t feel sorry for me.

I’m fine. I’m good, actually.