Blogging Maxim #3

Of course, there are no rules to blogging, but there are some “truths.” I have uncovered three.

1. If you post something without comment, people will assume you approve.

2. If you post something or make a comment filled with information people did not know, they often won’t comment.

3. If you are being teased, reacting like a humourless jackass makes people a whole lot less sympathetic to you.

For instance, Lindsay Ferrier wrote a column for the Scene a while back about celebrity gossip and the only good dirt she spilled was that she discovered once, that Martina McBride had not flushed the toilet.

I’ll admit that, upon reading it, my very first reaction was, “Hey, Lindsay, that’s not fair. What if she tried to flush it and it just wouldn’t go down? You don’t know.”

Did I think any less of Martina McBride? No. In fact, it seemed like she might be able to get another one of her trademark maudlin songs out of the incident–call it “Porcelain Angel,” this time, about a young child who is the victim of some unfortunate something and no one noticed until it was too late and someone was dead, well, except God. God noticed and the child is much safer now. Perhaps the child was the victim of overzealous potty-trainers and, trying to prove that he was indeed “not a baby,” he snuck in to use the grown up toilet and slipped in and drown and ever since then, Martina McBride has had a phobia about flushing the toilet.

I don’t know. It’s just an idea.

My point is that the whole thing was supposed to be funny and that it clearly didn’t reflect poorly on Martina McBride.

What reflects poorly on Martina McBride?

That she has jackasses like this defending her honor. Seriously, all the sympathy I had for McBride went right out the window because this woman makes it sound like she doesn’t get a joke when she sees it and that, more importantly, McBride should not everbe troubled by lowly stay-at-home moms like Ferrier daring to forget their places and noticing in a humorous manner that McBride is human.

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“Porcelain Angel,” ,,, about a young child who is the victim of some unfortunate something and no one noticed until it was too late and someone was dead, well, except God. God noticed and the child is much safer now. Perhaps the child was the victim of overzealous potty-trainers and, trying to prove that he was indeed “not a baby,” he snuck in to use the grown up toilet and slipped in and drown….

Bwahahah. You are evil, B.

Of course, the sad part is that Ms. McBride probably is unaware of the whole brouhaha. This sounds like some staffer trying to win points by going back to the employer and saying “look at the zealous way I guard your image” so she can prove how much time! and thought! she puts into making McBride look good.

gah, do I feel dumb. Do you know I’ve never heard of this McBride person til now and thought you were talking about the tennis player? Which certainly has nothing to do with your post; just thought I’d mention it.

Porcelain Angel! That’s hilarious! And I’m impressed that you can spell porcelain. It took me a couple of passes to get it right in this comment…

*snorts* That does, indeed, sound like a song she’d write.

Then again, I’m still bitter about the summer I spent working at a place that played her CD with “Concrete Angel” on it on repeat eight hours a day for weeks. I mean, I like listening to things over and over again, but that was … excessive.

Bitter? Honey, it’s a wonder you’re still sane!

Hah. Indeed. I was distracted most of the time by hating the place intensely, so it worked out. Being frustrated over getting told to wear a shorter skirt/put on some nicer heels/bring the “boys” some coffee is a wonderful way to shut out annoying music. Most of the time.

Here’s what I don’t get. Why aren’t Ashley’s people up in arms? Lindsay said far more unflattering things about The Judd princess than she did about Martina yet no one from Ashley’s camp (that we know of) is outraged.