I have long suspected that the
GWOPPERS read too many romance novels and a recent post by some
simp named "
ChurchMouse" leads me to believe that I'm right (yet again). Not that there's anything wrong with romance novels, I guess, but for
GWOPPERS, these books seem to serve as their life compass. If you're not a demure maiden who spends her days in the
forest feeding berries to cute little cartoon animals whilst whistling a happy tune, Fabio isn't likely to look twice in your direction. And um, who wants that?
Lots of drama at
GWOP today.
I am sorry to report a blog-i-cide.
A poster who calls herself "
ChurchMouse" decided she is so pious and pure that she can no longer post at
GWOP. All the negativity (including her own) that is directed at the Gosselins and people like Baby Mama creates far too much inner turmoil.
"I'm off to do more noble things in my life," she writes. "But, I authorize the rest of
youse guys to carry on here. Not everyone can rise to higher ground like *I* can. I pinch my nose and hereby declare myself superior to you. From this day forth, I will now only rely on third-party dopes like
fostersmom to post all my very poignant literary musings. So here you go, fellow maidens, stick this latest excerpt from
Little Women in your pipe. But don't be expecting me to return here and read whatever kudos and complements I will inspire. Because yeah, I'm above all this. I ain't coming back here. No way. No how. No
siree. Okay, alright, maybe I'll come back. But only if you beg."
And beg they did.
Kate? In case you don't read at
GWOP, you should know that the dearly departed C
hurchMouse prayeths that it isn't too late for
you (there's no mention of Jon's
responsibility in this matter) to raise your daughters properly. You see,
"to be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a woman." --- Louisa May Alcott, Little WomenWelcome to 1910, y'all.