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If you follow me on facebook, you might remember it. It caused quite a stir when I posted it on November 1st, along with the caption “Out for girl time with Hannah”. I wrote about it here.
Anyway, I couldn’t say at the time, but I had gone out with Hannah because she wanted to have alone time with me, to share something special that happened to her. See, the night before, she had gone out trick or treating with her friends, and there was this boy that Hannah liked… And without getting into too much detail about what was said, he asked Hannah out. She wanted to tell me about it and ask if it was OK for her to date him.
I felt so honored that she asked. I was so overcome with love and squishy feelings and a bit of pride that my teen felt close enough to me to want to tell me these things- I never told my mother anything during my teen years. Because- ewww! Of course she wouldn’t understand me, I was so radically different than her and she was OLD.
SO it was a special moment I wanted to mark. I took her out for coffee. I snapped the pic and posted it. And then the crappy comments (paraphrasing it here) about the luxurious champagne lifestyle I must lead because of my extravagant coffee purchase started rolling in. I obviously didn’t deserve to have fundraiser OR a home birth. Then we got into a discussion about whether or not someone who is poor should have the right to spend money on luxuries. People started getting mean. People were banned. I left the rest up to my moderators because I just didn’t want to deal with the stupid.
You know, generally, I try to keep the “at least they are talking and interacting, and boy stupid people are funny” attitude when some crazy argument is started in my comments. Like the time I had someone who was convinced Cooper must be a girl, or the whole “Jesus Christ Bananas” debacle. I just laugh it off and enjoy my stats rising. But this time I got bummed out badly enough that I started wondering if it was even worth having a facebook page.
You bitchy people ruined my special moment.