whatevs’ | chestercountyramblings

I am feeling bitchy today. Or it’s a suffering fools gladly kind of week. And I am SURE that this person will be pitching a fit but when you insist on using a circa 2005 email list there are more people that you think you get your massive latest email of it’s too long, too busy, and how MANY did you offend with the appalling and utterly crass subject line “Reach the Richest Local Moms.”

It’s not privileged information and it’s another who self- brands as a “public figure.”

And any middle schooler with a tablet can build a website. And this email? Lordy lordy social media stalker much? Are you close personal friends with Madonna too? I just CAN’T with things like:

1) I know the local social media channels and specific people to follow in and around your respective business to interact with to help build awareness–and a sales pipeline for your small business. I know exactly who they are on instagram and what I can do in one day, one week, one month for local audience build out would take you years to figure out. You do not have time for that.2) I have personal relationships with THOUSANDS of regional women across the burbs via my vibrant Instagram channels. I interact and support them daily on Instagram. Know their birthdays, wedding anniversaries, last 3 vacations, nicknames for their dogs and the 3 yoga studios they work out at. Oh…and I know they minored in art history at Penn and that they love the martinis at Nectar. Do you know and study your followers? You don’t have to be on the same level as I do–but you should. And with me by my side, we can authentically get to know and support them together. Your customers/members don’t want to be a number on Instagram. They want you to be their friend–and they expect interaction, presence and support from you.

Well hello barfatunity, right? And audience? OMG I know a fake doctor with a penchant for public figureisms and a yen for bathroom/bedroom cruise photos you should hang with, right?

And “tribe”? Who tribe and is a tribe of one really a tribe?

I am sure there are still plenty of people who do not know any better, but yikeys. And no, not available to host on Christmas Eve. And I guess the boudoir photos with your iPhone didn’t pan out? I know I know they say social media not selfish media but what is social media the way you use it? Elegant? Original? Narcissistic? They’ve never learned the value of least said, soonest mended….and shorter emails. Just when people have forgotten the last oddness, they always pop up with fresh. And the one website has not seen an update since when? 2017? 2018? And media placement means placement not on their own channels, doesn’t it?

Also the FIRST, original and best Main Line Restaurant Week was one that was the brainchild of another publicist and a partnership back then with Main Line Media News.

Cheer up there is always a market for demented ether bunnies, right?

Keeping it real for decades over here. I don’t and won’t pretend to be all things top all people.

This post is all about the desperately seeking relevance of others. Apparently another veiled attempt to Lady Whistledown by a nouveau blogger who appeared during the last election season.

Usually this Stepford Wife for Totalitarianism steps out of her beige, beige world to harass school board candidates, chat about school board meetings, and school board members in general. She has her limited worldview of politics, usually in the Downingtown Area School District. Truthfully, I had forgotten she existed. I will admit I think I only read one of her posts. She doesn’t really make sense to me as a writer, so I don’t read her. She panders to her base, and that’s fine. I am not her base.

It must be a slow “news” cycle for her as I am her latest target. I know she’s very excited about her post, so glad I could help her out.

Why me? Probably because my blog has readership. Probably because if she thinks she can take me on she will have her “following” increased.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? Truthfully with her? It’s just kind of dollar store flattery I suppose.

Apparently as per her, I am not allowed to defend my friends or even ever myself. I am also supposed to just let every threatening, harassing, bullying, and even obnoxious comments (probably from her friends) just exist . Daily comments that would send her and her ilk running to their schools screaming and flapping at school administrators about cyber bullying and bullying…. and I ask again (laughing) where do they think these kids learn it?

A Facebook group in Havertown which I never knew or cared existed shared the post. That was pretty funny. I don’t and never have lived in Delco, but my Delco friends saw it and sent it to me (laughing.)

I will note that everything I write seems to be a big hairy deal in their book. And they use such flowery, pretentious, and supercilious language to describe it. Like big hair and Aquanet in an aerosol can, a bit out of fashion as a writing style. They really should just try to have their own voice instead of pretending to be something that they think people will read. But to each her own, right?

One of their big issues is they think that someone’s IP address is “private.“ No, not really. And when you write to a website like a blog or a newspaper or a magazine or a television station or anything , information is all logged. Along with whatever email address real or fake you use. If I choose to disclose when the nasty comments come in, that is in fact not doxxing. I didn’t seek their email address, name, IP address out they provided it.

Of course, in my mind this always begs the question if I am such a horrible human being, why do they read this blog? If they are the adults they represent themselves to be, then they have the free will to scroll past anything they don’t want to read/like to read, correct? My blog isn’t exactly required reading is it?

But, as always, if you are the least little bit unique or more independent minded than what these types of people are comfortable with, you are just bad. There’s no point in even arguing with them because their arguments don’t make sense to anyone but themselves, anyway.

This blogger and her pals see themselves as arbiters of taste, Lily White angels of democracy, their truth, and the American Way… or something like that. They are literally the living embodiment of a bully and a hypocrite but they project that on me? Come on now, really?

Ok whatever blows her skirt up. She can say I am a terrible person, but not a narcissist. That is pretty funny, actually, because I definitely am not. I also don’t think everyone who disagrees with me is bad. Of course it is impossible to reason with people who have skewed visions of basic reality. It’s really fine for them to live in their bubble, they just can’t expect all of us to move in and live in that bubble with them.

I can look in the mirror every day and I will be able to look the Lord in the face on judgment day with a clear heart. I don’t need this blogger to approve or disapprove of me. Essentially I’m just click bait so she gets readers to her Uwchlan vicinity blog. She capitalizes “This Author” like she is Jane Austen, George Eliot or a Brontë. She isn’t. She is just another tarted up bullying b*tch, and truthfully people like that have a shelf life, don’t they? (But I will give her the bump she craves.)

However, if this one is calling me a “harpy”, I must be doing something right, yes?

Kiss 💋 kiss 💋 haters,

Love,

“Regina”