So I woke up this morning to find my Gmail had a new message for me in my inbox. I had received 2 new comments here on my beloved blog! (Off Topic: Laura's here and I'm so glad. We're having a ball. Pictures will come later. No time to be on the computer). And...well...they weren't exactly what I was expecting to see first thing on a Wednesday morning. Anyways, I thought I would post what this person wrote (since the comments are not private and are for everyone to read anyways...if they don't know/like that feel free to email me and I'll remove them, but I just feel I need to give everyone a background) This person is Anonymous, and so I'll just call them Anon.
February 18, 2009 at 5:35 amOk.
Wow. I guess this is what happens when people who aren't your friends/family/friends of family read your blog? Ok that's cool. I feel like what I wrote was a *little* misunderstood. Here's what I wrote so everyone knows what it is that this person is so peeved about.
Second random story. So Mom and I saw this band called Albannach at the Kentucky Renaissance Faire (hello nerd stamp...) and they were really good. I liked them...tribal scottish stuff..good drum beats to trance out to. Anyways, they're from Glasgow. Apparently they're not on tour at the moment because once we arrived at this teeny tiny club. Guess who I saw? A band member, drunk and dancing to house music. Made me laugh. I introduced myself and told him I knew the band. He bowed down to me...well deserved I must say. (probably was just amazed that a woman under the age of 35 knew of the band and wasn't total white trash/groupie....cause that is what seemed to be the fan base...at least when I saw them). Anyways, it was just odd. Only my life would I run into a random band member of a random band.
Alright, so that's what I said, and everyone has seen/read the response to my tiny social commentary. Here now, is my response to "Anon"...
First I cannot decipher if you are male or female. However, I am taking a guess at saying female, perhaps between the ages of 25-50 who is from Kentucky and is a frequent attendant at the Kentucky Ren Faire. I am also taking an educated guess that you also are a great fan of Albannach (no reason not to be, as they are very fun to listen to and great performers). I also have a hunch that you are not a fan of me. Which is a shame, as I pride myself on being a sociable and likable person (at least my 635+ facebook friends tell me so). I have no need to censor myself on this blog, because I am writing from my point of view. I also write my blog as a train of thought. Personally, I have been told that my writing style and how I present my opinions is fun and entertaining to read (of course now I have received my first hate mail, congratulations, you should get a prize).
You have taken a small and rather random (and old) topic to choose as a way to rip me a new asshole. Sadly, you did not succeed. First, I feel rather justified in my observation because when I saw this band at the Ren Faire, the groupies that were dancing half naked, on the side of the stage were not pretty little 17 year olds nor young children. Yes, there was a wide audience in attendance, including myself (I am definitely no where near the age of 35, and my mother is over 50). That were sitting on the haystacks enjoying a (hot) but good music set. However, my attention was constantly drawn to the women desperately trying to get the bands attention with pseudo-sexy dance moves that they must have picked up from the local YMCA belly dancing for beginners class.
On that note, when I ran into the band member in Glasgow Scotland, I was not doing pseudo-sexy dance moves that I picked at my local YMCA Belly Dance Class. On the other hand, I was simply showing my appreciation to this band member for their music. I would not have even considered pursuing him, because my boyfriend would not have appreciated that. Nor frankly, was I interested. So, Anon, you are offended because I was simply making a truthful commentary on Kentucky's colorful culture (which by the way is also my home state) that I observed at the ren faire. However, for you to insinuate that I was trying to take this band member home, and that I am a "dime a dozen" and that they know "PLENTY of your [my] type" is just flat rude.
You write, "I don't know what you look like nor do I really care, but trust me, you were nothing special to him I can assure you! People like you are a dime a dozen and they band knows PLENTY of your type."
If you do not know what I look like, then how do you know I am a dime a dozen? You don't. How do you know that I was nothing special to him? You don't. You were not there. In fact, you did not even realize that I was talking about Glasgow Scotland, even though my blog is titled Scotland Bound. I am not a club-rat, nor am I a slutty groupie. I have a strong distaste for women who pursue bandmembers just because they are in a band. However, if I see a musical artist that I recognize, specifically if they are in a small, not incredibly well known band, I just wanted to let him know that I thought their music was good...and that I liked his tattoos.
As for the white-trash comment. Any woman parading around half dressed, drinking arbor mist and smoking cigarettes in a horribly tacky belly dance fantasy (very much NOT Renaissance) costume, with poorly bleached hair, and blue eye shadow, classifies as "white-trash".
If this is not you, then no worries. If it is you, be proud. You're special and make Renaissance Festivals worth going to.