Thursday, November 6, 2014

Why I Don't Bother Blogging Anymore

Hi all,

Since I've just taken a second to check and publish a bunch of comments, I thought it might be timely to drop a line and response to those who keep asking why I'm not blogging anymore.

Although this has been happening to me ever since I started blogging, and often in much more vile forms, this recently found example neatly highlights the three issues that kept rearing up and breaking my heart when I was still active online.

If you'd like to flip back to last year's 'Annual Post', and scroll down to the comments, you'll see this:

Yep, a delightful commenter decided to take it upon himself to:

1) Declare himself judge of what is and isn't "doing Paleo right";
2) Decide that my sweeping comment about eating mostly grilled meat (which, as everyone who has followed my for a while, means fatty lamb chops) is sufficient for him to fully ascertain the macronutrient balance of my diet;
3) Be a sexist, condescending asshole.

If only Christopher was the only asshole commenter I've ever had to deal with...

Never mind the blatant irony of his choice of post to comment on, this kind of dogmatic and unsolicited judgment pervades the Internet. Perhaps he's a young 'bro' who hasn't had his head beaten in by the fists of manners and maturity yet - I know I used to be quick to offer judgments on the diets of others, but even then, only when asked. Perhaps he's my grocery delivery man and has noticed that I buy less coconut oil these days (I'm still making my way through the 10L tub I bought years ago). Perhaps he's upset that my post noted that I'm still losing weight when I want to, despite eating grapes and sweet potato whenever I want. No matter his reason, I bet he wouldn't have commented that way if I were male. 

I'm sure he has his reasons for being an absolute c-nut, but I'm not interested in dealing with people like him anymore. Food doesn't control my life, and I don't have to obsess about it in order to manage my weight. The only thing that screw with my body, in fact, is stress - if I'm stressed, I gain weight, no matter what I'm eating. 

So. Apologies to those of you who are decent, supportive, and not fond of swearing, but here's what happens when I'm angry and not willing to take someone's crap anymore:

Fuck off, Christopher, and all the idiot men like you who think it's your place to judge someone online, to put them down to make yourself feel better. Fuck off, and grow up.