Dear Blair,

An open letter to Blair from STFU Parents,


I will respond to your comment since you attacked me for not responding. Then, please move on because I won’t give you anymore publicity.

Blair: Wow, you are so completely wrong about me. Did you actually do ANY research before you wrote this?

Me:Yes, I at the library now. Just went through the seven minute segment on the Today show. Pulling up microfiches of all your old posts. Blair, I wrote my opinion of your point of view. I find it to be vapid and vacuous of any sense or experience.

We get it. Some parents go overboard. You have a blog. You point it out. Don’t get all soft when people point out that it’s shallow and silly.

Next Slide.

BlairDid you read my site and watch my clips on Ricki Lake and The Today Show?

MeIf I had a nickel for every time someone established their credibility with “have you even watched my Ricki Lake clips” I would have… a nickel.

Blair:I love children, and at least half (if not more) of my “likes” and comments on Facebook are on my friends’ kids’ pictures or updates about their kids.

Me:Now Facebook liking is the barometer for judging a person’s point of view. Lookout, don’t tell the people at Bailey’s that I liked them only to get a buy one get one free coupon. Liking a Facebook photo is an absurd way to judge who you are.

Imagine if life worked like a facebook like.

Daughter in-law. Like

Cancer. Dislike

Jesus. Like

Firemen. Like

Sore throats and bug bites. Dislike

What does that prove? Eharmony has a more scientific system to determine personality through buttons. Facebook, not so much.

I write about OVERshare – like posting pictures of your C-section, your child’s diaper blowout, or complaining that the UPS man woke up your baby and you want to shoot him in the face. I don’t mind seeing pictures of my friends’ kids in my newsfeed; I actually anticipate them with joy.

Me:I wish you luck on your book coming out in 2013. Really. I do.

Obviously, you have a shtick. And as a parent, I think its stupid. I have the right to express my taste, you have the right to wear a Popeye tattoo on your arm. (Go Army, beat Navy… combat military wife, I am allowed)

Blair:You should go back and do some reading. All of that information can be found on my site in the About section, the FAQs, or just by reading my commentary. Unless you just prefer to complain with inaccuracy.

Me:Okay. Got me there. Usually if you need someone to do volumes of survey research on who you are as a person, the thing you have said or are saying probably were at best clumsy and at worse… stupid.

I said, you are not a mother. Check

I said, you may be a party girl. Check

I said, you have no idea what you are talking about. Check

I said, if you don’t want to see a c-section scar on a website, don’t look. Check

I also said, that you will meet a person someday soon and may decide to have a baby. At that moment you will love something so much more than yourself. You would literally die to bring it life. When they cry, you crumble. When they laugh, you want to empty your bank account.

And when they take a monster shit, you may, lost in the love you feel for that little one, want to post it on facebook. Who knows?

Then you will look back at this whole episode and realize how silly you sound now. Trust me, kiddo. We all go through it.

I hope you find that happiness someday. I really do.

I did not say, thank you btw. Thank you for reminding me that not only was RIcki Lake alive and well, but that she had a television show.

I always loved her.

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