Is anyone else completely over the whole “Savage Gate” or “Mean Girls” thing?

I am, and yet I continue to watch it like porn. Even when it’s bad you still get something out of it.

I’m bewildered by people who think bloggers don’t have the right to blog. Or blog how they want to. For instance, Karen Scott’s blog is called, “It’s My Blog and I’ll Say What I Want To!” I think you pretty much know what you’re getting when you visit, and if you don’t, that makes you a “fucktard.”

Same with Candy and Sarah of Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. If you can’t tell by the title what you’re in for, I’m not sure that kind of blissful ignorance can be overcome.

I’m bewildered by people who think agreeing with said bloggers makes one a fangirl. I’m too much of a flighty Gemini to be a fangirl of anyone. Oh, and I’m a grown-up, too. That means I’ve learned a few things over the course of my life, and some of them have actually stuck. Innocent until proven guilty is one of them. Looking at evidence and making up my own mind is another. Refraining from making stupid statements when all evidence points to the contrary is another. Visiting sites sure to up my blood pressure is stupid, that’s another.

Just because I learned a few things doesn’t mean that I actually enforce these lessons, because hey, I’m human.

I’m bewildered by people who take others to task for being snarky and using personal attacks by utilizing the very same methods. Can they not see the irony?

Still, I’m bewildered by people who say that there’s nothing wrong with plagiarism. True, there’s nothing illegal about plagiarism, unless the copied text is under copyright. It then becomes copyright infringement, which is a whole other animal I readily admit I’m not qualified to define or determine. (You can check out Teach Me Tonight or Dear Author for that.) But I do know copying somebody else’s work for my benefit is wrong. I learned that in elementary school, way before there was a Google or a Yahoo and the only Mac came with cheese or had a red-haired clown in a jumpsuit peddling burgers.

Anyway this is a rambling post, and I apologize. I just wanted to say that I’m going to attempt to stop focusing on other people’s careers and concentrate on my own. I got stories I need to write and stories I want to write, stories sold and stories I want to sell. Hard to get my shit done when I’m smelling someone else’s.