Why I’m trigger happy with the block button on here: and all social media

I don’t exist to appease everyone on planet earth

When I was about nine, like most little girls, I was desperate to be liked. If the other girls didn’t like pink anymore, I didn’t like pink. If the other girls didn’t like playing fairies now, I didn’t like playing fairies. If the other girls said Angelina Ballerina was stupid, I would blink back tears, nod, and never watch it again. And slowly, I watched the soft rose glow of my joys and pleasure sap into a hard, false conformity.

Now, I listened to Busted (why), re-enacted High School Musical (urgh) and talked about boys (a bit harder as I was at a Catholic Girl’s School and didn’t know anyone who wasn’t my brother or cousin). This made sense, because there were just 18 of us in my class, and we did just have to get on. I couldn’t climb over the playground wall and see if anyone else wanted to play. But now, there aren’t just 18 folks to choose from: and I’m very okay with disagreeing and disliking some of you.

Life’s too short, my darling of darlings

If you are rude, annoying, disrespectful, invasive, strongly opposed to me on everything, or creepy and sleazy on here, I am just going to block you, most beloved freakazoid. Straight away. Unapologetically. Because here, I am in total control. I can boot you out of my kingdom…