Bitch on the Blog

August 13, 2016

Lady Chatterley

Filed under: Amusement,Observations — bitchontheblog @ 13:21
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Apart from the pleasure that communicating with others give me, my blogs and those of others have been and are an education.

An education not least how and when to keep my lips zipped, my keyboard locked and generally being “nice” [make the latter not say anything at all – which is the hardest].

I could (and, in due course, no doubt will) mention many an example where and when bloggers (including myself) could do with a lesson.

A lesson. Just now I happened onto a post (I think posted 12 August) of a blogger who is a harpy. And I mean a harpy. Her harpy always but always complains. Not least about her commentators. Mainly because they are American. In her eyes Americans have nothing to say. Other than “nice”. Which is fine. We all have a bone to bury and then dig up. In her case it’s Americans who are hooked on her. Gratitude? Don’t make me laugh. Disdain is her default mode. Does she lap up the adulation? Of course she does. Even if she spits on it.  So far so fine. Whatever sinks your boat.

What I don’t like – and maybe she’d like to think about it – that she allows comments yet never answers any of them. That’s not communication. That’s not discourse. Most certainly it’s not discussion. It’s “Come to my court”, and be dismissed.

As not to be misunderstood, I quite like her. Yet, truth be told, she is hard work as I have rarely encountered.

So, what got my wrath just now, reading her last post? She is a saint. A saint. Let’s leave it there before she recognizes herself as the saint she is.





  1. Saint Harpy? Never had you down as religious t that extent….

    To make sure that I was on your wave length I checked the definition(s) and concluded that we were (synonym =shrew) then I came across this one: A word to describe a women who draws a man into her grasp by pleasing the victims biggest desire only to destroy all that makes him what he is.
    Now I have met a couple of those in my life…..

    Comment by magpie11 — August 13, 2016 @ 13:45 | Reply

    • Whether you are “religious” or not, saints need to be recognized for what they are. Saints.

      One of the worst awakenings, and I don’t regret it though was shocked at the time, when FOS told me that Mother Theresa wasn’t a saint because what she did she did out of her own desire and volition.

      Whatever. I was too young to get my head round that one. Bottom line being that, apparently, we all do what we do – even good – out of purely selfish reasons. Pull the other one. Difficult to dispute the notion though find it disheartening and cynical beyond palatable.

      My definition of “harpy”: A woman who will not allow another’s reasoning, thus leaving a bad aftertaste. Few redeeming features. Most likely totally self absorbed. Barely able to look beyond the end of her vision. A user. Which, in her case, I do feel: Used. And that’s ok. I am sure she didn’t mean to. Still, a little thought goes a long way. But, see above, only if you can see at least into the middle distance.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 13, 2016 @ 14:18 | Reply

  2. U, thanks for introducing me to the word, “Harpy”, and thus compelling me to expand my vocabulary a tad. U did a good deed. Your analysis in response to Magpie strikes me as quite Calvinistic: That is, it follows the doctrine of Total Depravity, which says that even when we imagine we are doing good, it is really at the root selfish.

    Comment by Looney — August 13, 2016 @ 17:42 | Reply

    • Me introducing you to a new word? And pigs may fly.

      As you know I spent my teenage years one side of Lake Constance. Across the other side of the lake and its border (Switzerland) there were the “Calvinists”. And that’s before we even touch on Zwingli. Luther, to me, is the life enjoying and thinking (wo)man’s crumpet. Calvin was stern. Look at their faces. Not that I am not attracted to the chiselled.

      To put it another way: My country of origin is associated with cleanliness. And punctuality. Work ethic. Indeed. Enter Switzerland. They are even more clean – if that’s possible (my sister-in-law whose floor even I’d eat off would dispute this) – and punctual. Think Tag Heuer (as in watches). They have cows and alms (as do Bavaria and Austria), Zurich and Basel, lakes (smoke over water), are small in dimension though large on funds and generally, well, Swiss.

      Pass me your last Swiss chocolate truffle now.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 14, 2016 @ 11:14 | Reply

  3. Ursula,
    The gossip inside me always wants to know the details and identities of these people and events that raise your interest but our circles are different so it’s impossible!
    Very frustrating.

    Comment by kylie — August 14, 2016 @ 09:42 | Reply

    • My dear Kylie, “frustrating”, yes. However, I do feel need (not always but mostly) to protect identity. It’s the reason, and do read this carefully, why it has been said of me: “No point telling Ursula a secret. She won’t pass it on.” The ultimate compliment (to me), though do realize it renders me useless to those who want gossip mongering.

      Transparent yet veiled, yours,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 14, 2016 @ 11:15 | Reply

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