O-dee-us

Monday 3/30/25

This woman who is in bed with all of these evil people in publishing got on my Instagram page, acted like the child--despite being in her late fifties--and coward she is--these people are such jokes--and succeeded only in rousing me to do my due diligence with what will follow about her and her work in these pages. So predictable, these people. Not serious humans, bad people, terrible writers. This woman is a fan of all of our favorites. Sadie Stein. Big supporter of a rapist/plagiarist like Tao Lin, and owes all she has to hook-ups.

And yes, I see you. In general, it's probably your best assumption that I do.

Evil, broken, talentless children.

The thing is, there isn't someone who honestly believes all of this isn't true. These things presented here. What they are as people and writers, these immoral imposters. What I am. What they do and how they act. How fucked up it is. They know they're in the wrong. They know how deeply they're in the wrong. But they're worms. Worms in a pile of shit that always crawl back to the shit and do the wrong things and be about the evil things because they're weak and pathetic, and what are these these recreants going to do? Stand up, be decent, write well, compete, earn instead of being given? Come on. What a horror show that must be trying to live with yourself if that's who you are and you know it.

By the by: I figured I'd go a number of ways with this, so I went looking for an inevitably bad bit of fiction from this individual, and first thing I found--get ready to be shocked--was a short story about a writing professor and French literature, and one published by a rapist editor.

I don't know...if I was a woman, I think I'd have a problem with men who rape women, and those who support them, already having the problem I do with them as a man. But this woman? Well, that editor hooked her up. So that made it cool with her.

O-dee-us.

What the fuck is wrong with these sick, sick, sick people of this system?

Rhetorical question, obviously. Anyone paying attention here has long known the answers to that question.

But I'm sure it will be fine. And who knows when it will happen? Later today, tomorrow, in a month. Something to look forward to. It's not like I'm going to forget.

I'm not actually anti actual worms, for the record. I like seeing them in a spring. Their usage here was purely metaphorical and has to more to do with the absence of a spine than anything else. You know what's right and wrong.