Bitch on the Blog

August 15, 2015

Post mortem

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 20:35

Truth be told: In the wake of the turn my last post took I feel shite.

I have never done this before. So here is a first: BHB aka Cynthia I’d be grateful if you didn’t darken my blog’s door again. If you want to have it out with, say, Jean, do. On your terms. In your own space. Not mine. What a crap comment the last you leave to my previous post. You “love” Jean. Great. If that is love I’d hate to be loved by you.

Do you have it in your heart to apologize to Jean – in public? The same public you attacked her in?

You are my mother’s age (you being three weeks younger than her). Whilst I respect my “elders” there are limits. The mark of which both of you tend to overstep.

And, Cynthia, flattery doesn’t get anyone anywhere with me.

U

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9 Comments »

  1. I’ve known Jean for 40 or more years. I DO love her.

    I can’t accept what Andrew (it’s too “highfalutin”, his given name), “Andy” has to do, –i.e. go to “the land” everyday. She stays up most of the night & needs daytime sleep. He goes to the land to work on & maintain the 2nd house (1st one burned). Have his life.

    Have you read her blogs for these 20 or so years? (Stress To Power was the other one.) I did. I was interested because I’ve known her so long.

    I’m signing off with reading blogs anyways. The computer is fun, but there’s so much more.

    I Love you too Ursula, in spite of your post. 🙂

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 15, 2015 @ 21:40 | Reply

  2. Ursula – I have written two replies this morning, on each blog post of recent days, but it’s not worth the software pad here to post them… I’m partially glad that BHB lost of the plot because now we all know in one swoop why she is so jealous of anyone outside her front door…and for some reason what she sees through the Internet pathway! – Catherine aka Cathy & cedar51

    Comment by cedar51 — August 15, 2015 @ 22:17 | Reply

    • Catherine, what a lovely name. The closest to which both an aunt and one of my nieces come – Charlotte.

      Yes, a most unfortunate saga. Trouble being that Cynthia/BHB shot herself into the foot. I liked her somewhat erratic ways but, as I said before, there are limits. And once you step into a soft cow pad there is only one way out . Go home. Wash it off. What disappoints me that she appears incapable to apologize, to admit that maybe, just maybe, she put a foot wrong.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 16, 2015 @ 12:09 | Reply

      • I was going to change back to Catherine a couple of decades ago but my friends were already having problems with my new surname so I didn’t…I do kind of like it better than Cathy but there you go…

        My name sake was actually called Kate for short and had wild thoughts to change it to that even spelling it Cate…

        The BHB stuff certainly caused a storm around here and there…

        Comment by cedar51 — August 21, 2015 @ 01:01 | Reply

  3. the phrase that comes to mind is “with friends like that … who need enemies?’ or… blimey! that love is rot!
    i feel responsible for this firestorm. and i apologize for doing it here on your blog.
    i think it took me by surprise to see it so publicly done. as in so many areas of my life… i re-act first. THEN think later. after it’s too late.
    god. i can hear my father’s voice even now. still doing it tam. after all these years.
    and yet if it means an end to the rather frequent poison pen letters sent to one and all … then i’m relieved.
    and i hate to hear that about compliments not getting anywhere with you. i assume that means i can no longer call you dorothy parker?
    WHAT???
    I happen to think she was brilliant. i loved what she said about one of katharine hepburn’s performances…
    “miss hepburn ran the gamut of emotion from A to B.” LOLOLOL! good stuff.
    see ya in the trenches.
    oh. and btw.
    just because i don’t comment doesn’t mean i don’t lurk. i.e. …
    you should see my old passport picture. i look like a cross between wally cox (you’ll have to look him up… way before your time) and bob newhart.
    still. it got me in your country and your fabulous city. that i wish i would be given the chance again to never tire of.

    Comment by tammy j — August 15, 2015 @ 23:04 | Reply

    • Tammy, you may call me Dorothy Parker. Whilst I hold my liquor better than she did (unlike her I don’t end up underneath the host), even when fully lubricated) I am still flattered. Beloved GG (gay guy) too likened me to her. Another GG, the ever sweet John who got married a few months ago, ventured that I remind him of Joan Rivers. Oh my god. Oh my gob. And then she died.

      Don’t feel bad that you “outed” Cynthia. It was about time to put a public stop to pen poison. If anything I admire you for standing up to what you believe in. I didn’t reply to any of those mails Cynthia kept sending on and off, though did ask Ramana once what he, in his wisdom, made of her odd vendetta against Jean. He didn’t know either. Responded with a virtual shrug of the shoulder.

      Hug,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 16, 2015 @ 12:03 | Reply

      • HA!
        well. there have been some hosts i wouldn’t have minded winding up under. but then i’m no dorothy parker.
        better to simply know one. cool. bitch. on the blog.
        finally have subscribed to you here.
        it was hit and miss with me… stopping by. now i’ll always know when your pen has it the paper. a good thing. thanks.
        i looked up wally cox myself just to refresh my memory. turns out he was best buds with marlon brando! i’m in good company i guess.
        still … i don’t really care to look like him. 🙂 now… a young gene tierney. yes.
        see ya!

        Comment by tammy j — August 16, 2015 @ 13:11 | Reply

  4. holy crap! i know how you feel about smiley faces. and there i went and gone and did one. i’m trying to break my habit of lexicons. or unicons.
    or icons. or what are those things?
    i grin a lot. i’m a grinner. so i grin when i write too. i can’t help it. but i will work at culling it. especially here. it seems a little too elegant for it. ya know?

    Comment by tammy j — August 16, 2015 @ 13:16 | Reply

  5. Ursula,
    That was so sweet of you to try to be a peacemaker. To show my gratitude I will try to refrain from smileys when I write to you. I’m afraid I’m like tammy, when I put in a smiley it’s because that’s what my face is doing. It’s doing that now, I assume that part is all right? It’s so hard not to put in that emoticon!

    Comment by cheerfulmonk — August 16, 2015 @ 18:07 | Reply


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