So apparently Campbell has a blog up about what a naughty girl I am. Well I am sure it is fascinating in true Campbell insightful style, lollers but sorry cannot be bothered to care.

But as I understand it it MAC and Jess have taken to their beds like Camille reaching for their smelling salts because they feel they have every right to dismiss adoptees and ridicule them. How dare I give them a taste of their own medicine? How dare I?

And really it is not even a taste of their own medicine, I am not ridiculing the biggest pain of their lives, I am just ridiculing how they talk to us which makes them faint into a pool of self-pity. Boy their lives must be hard. Oh and I did make fun a little of the silly articles I saw Jess write on-line, apparently help for parents who are brain-dead, try taking your kid to a park? Oh thanks Jess, what is a park? I mean srsly. How is that not just anger against tree writing? I mean how is that not just the desire to kill more trees writing?

Okay, but I am stopping even though I was thinking what about a museum? Is a museum a good idea Jess? The bulk of my complaint is totally mild and is about how rude and dismissive they are to us, but they are the ones fainting and carrying on and weeping. FFS, how pathetic. Well Rick James called me and said, look bitches if you don’t want some blow-back stop being such assholes. I would tell them, but then we would be in for a whole new round of retribution and reaching to include others.

So I will be making their names unsearchable. Bitches are lucky they aren’t adoptees, we have to put up with people ridiculing the most tender parts of ourselves not just your dilemma, someone ridiculing your perceived right to ridicule your own child’s pain, what fragile creatures you are. But don’t despair, will make your name unrecognizable Jess so you can still attempt to parlay your child’s pain into a career. Fab.

Gotta go, BigFoot is here, we are having a tupperware party.