HERstory

Stalk and Judge, Much?

I'm in Florida, to be with my sister during what is a rather difficult time for her-- those of you who need to know what is going on with her already do, those of you who don't need to know, don't.  Contrary to troll-ular belief, my entire life is not lived online and beyond that, like any decent human, I take the privacy of my loved ones seriously.

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After taking her to church to receive communion per our Mother's request, little seester asked if I'd be willing to go to the nearby outlet mall to take her mind off of sad, heavy things.  Now what sane girl says no to shopping-as-therapy?  Especially when it's her only sibling doing the requesting?

Later that evening, someone ill left the following comment for the over-burdened SM Intern to ban and delete:

Anna-
Quite bizarre...I saw you at the outlet malls today. Why the f* were you wearing a sundress and a straw hat to go outlet shopping? Whatever, you had two people following you around...another way to get attention I suppose.

Nice.  Because obviously, I didn't do anything else that day besides go to that shopping plaza for 90 minutes, not that it's anyone's business what I wear or don't.  I love hats when it's this sunny, donning one is easier than sporting sunglasses, which irritate my poor allergy-beleaguered nose this time of year.

       

What strikes me about this comment-- besides the unnecessary cruelty and judgmental bullshit-- is how certain people love to take a tiny segment of my life and stretch it out for their petty purposes or because that's how small their minds and hearts are or whatever...until that picture distorts and becomes a caricature, of me, of my reality.

What strikes me about this comment-- besides the unnecessary cruelty and judgmental bullshit-- is how certain people love to take a tiny segment of my life and stretch it out for their petty purposes or because that's how small their minds and hearts are or whatever...until that picture distorts and becomes a caricature, of me, of my reality.

Whether they read my blog posts (which I have always maintained cover no more than 20% of my life) or see me for all of two minutes in Memorial Day crowds, that nano-sliver of information they cherry-pick is all that is required to condemn me.

What if it hadn't been me?  I don't think it would have mattered.  They didn't even consider that solid possibility because they were too excited to insult and degrade me via the last post I wrote for SM.  I can't imagine such a twisted, hatred-saturated thought process but I'm going to try, because it's better than contemplating how much time this unbalanced person spent following me and my family around, in order to ascertain if the two inches of face showing underneath a rather large hat belonged to me.  I may not be perfect or pleasant or pretty by your standards, but I deserve more than this. Anyone would.

I am Anna, not Natasha.

...but thanks for confusing me with someone who makes bank, who is going to HBS next year, yet who has unfortunate taste in handbags. I wrote about Natasha over on Sepia Mutiny but apparently all Indian girls look alike to clue-free anonymous trolls on "prestigious discussion boards"; to those of you who attempted to point out that she and I are not one and the same, thank you extra much.

Hope this picture clarifies things for those of you from AutoAdmit.com who came here in search of photographic proof of my ugliness-- in fact, you can even enlarge the image above by clicking on it.  Thank you, come again.