Commenting policy

OK – here’s my commenting policy: This is my blog and I’ll do whatever the fuck I like. That’s it really. My blog, my rules. If you don’t like it – that’s cool. You don’t have to.

To expand further:

There’s this weird thing that some people have where they think that they have this God given right to be assholes to people on the internet in the spaces created by the very people who they think are assholes.

News flash – you don’t. I don’t have to listen to you ranting about how I’m an asshole or other parents are assholes or bla bla bla. Just don’t bother commenting. Don’t waste your time because I won’t bother reading it. Any comments that begin with shit like “this is the problem with mothers like you” or “I feel sorry for your kids” etc. just get trashed. I don’t read further than the first sentence. I just trash them. So don’t bother.

Yell ‘freedom of speech’ until you’re blue in the face but I won’t publish comments that are abusive, bullying, bigoted or hateful. I won’t publish comments that silence women. I won’t publish comments that attack other people who have made comments. I won’t publish comments that attack me.

I moderate because I see way too many parenting blogs and forums turn into feral free-for-alls where people call each other animals for using dummies or say someone’s children should be taken away because they use a certain brand of buggy. I see totally unnecessary abuse of bloggers and people moderating forums and people commenting. I don’t want that here.

Parenting is TOUGH the last thing you need (and the last thing I need) is someone abusing you because they can’t handle someone else having a different opinion to them.

I want this to be a place where people can have a laugh, share experiences, have a cry, feel connected with other parents, and/or just have something light to read at 3am. I don’t want to have to deal with trolls and turds when I’m tired and have two kids that are far more important to me than a blog.

So deal with it.

Also, if you don’t like me saying fuck just don’t read this blog. I know that’s just the craziest suggestion ever in the entire world. But just – don’t read it. You don’t have to. I certainly don’t care whether you do or not. I don’t make money off this*. It’s just a way to get my thoughts out and connect with other parents. So just don’t read it.

And just don’t with the ‘why didn’t you publish my comment’ stuff either. Because not only do I not care, but nobody cares. You’re literally the only person that cares. Not one other person on the planet, in the universe, cares. Go to one of the zillions of billions of other blogs out there that are unmoderated and comment away forever and scream into the abyss. Just don’t come here.

To the overwhelming majority of people who comment here and are awesome – thank you so much for being awesome! Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing your experiences of parenting with me and everyone else who stumbles across this blog. I so, so appreciate it. And I hope you get some sleep.

*if I could I would.

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  1. Misty

     /  March 3, 2015

    I’m so glad you are grateful and tell it how it is. I would love to have experienced how hard things got but my four babies ‘slept peacefully’ from the second they were born, never waking once. I too get angry with people telling me how things get better with time, honestly it never does. Like you, I think of my babies constantly and wake in the night thinking of them also. Having young children and babies is understandably difficult but believe me not having them is unbearable. Hope I’m not being a turd, if so just tell me to fuck off.


    • I absolutely believe you Misty and I’m so very, very sorry for your losses. I can’t imagine that kind of suffering. X


    • Oh Misty, words can’t express the sorrow I feel for you. Everything I want to say is sounding like a cliche, so I won’t say it. What I will say (coming from a place of love) I admire your strength. To carry on in the face of such pain is inspiring. Best wishes with whatever you choose to do with your future.


  2. Cherri

     /  March 2, 2015

    Good for you for being honest and not sugarcoating parenthood. I was basically a single parent with a baby every 2 years. It was hard work, the hardest, best job ever. I’m in my 50’s now, and my daughter has a 2 1/2 yr old precious boy/terror – depending on the time of day. I watch her working so hard to be the best mom, and I amazed. Amazed by how tiring and labor intensive the job is, I’m also amazed at myself, that I did what I did, and survived it. Hang in there, and I hope someone brings you some chocolate, and that you can get a nap!


  3. I love this! It’s so on target!


  4. Oh snap. I think you’re my spirit animal blogger. Great blog. Perfect commenting policy!



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