oh, bitch, please.

Know what? I'm sick of worrying about whether someone dislikes me for speaking my mind. You're either going to like what I've written, in which case you possibly don't care what I think about jack, or you already dislike what I've written and I'm sure as hell not going to waste your time or mine trying to change your mind. So! I write, and let the cards fall as they may, because I'm enjoying myself.

Therefore! Gotta say this: when an author reports she's been "flamed and shocked and shaken enough for one night," it just makes me laugh, and suddenly my mood is completely improved (which isn't to say it was ever that bad in the first place, this evening). You poor child, how beset-upon you are for trying to be a rebel! And then you got flamed. Right! You wish!

( Flame, flame, let me light the ways! )

Hey, so I'm easily amused.