My take on the Prince Harry and Meghan mess

Christmas tree at the hotel this past December.

Yes we spend Christmas in a hotel so we can see our family. That is because no one else can, or will travel. Yes we are the crappy parents.

So, in my world children who announce they are going out in the world to gain employment and make money are applauded. We even give them parties to encourage this shit. If they also want to do good works and support charity, well damn sometimes we even put their picture in the media.

We also do not make them quit their jobs, such as the army, especially when that is all we allowed to be trained for, just because they are special snowflakes.

So this guy did everything he was told to do for all his life and then he has to explain to his wife that no he cannot make any money on his own. His money is an allowance from dad and then from his brother. He will have to ask his brother, the one that treats the both of them like shit, for an allowance and a place to live. And yea his dad might leave him some money but it will be tied up in the trust he can't readily get funds from. Cos when Granny dies he does not get that house, he is just allowed to live there for now. Now maybe when they pay off the renovations he may get a long term lease, that he will have to pay for.

And people are questioning why he would want to leave?

Blog Protocol

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First let us just get the daily The Help update out of the way. It comes out on DVD at Amazon on December 6. It is around 30 US dollars. Now if I order this I will have to have Punkin Head overnight the movie to me and we all know it will become available in China the day after he ships it out. GRR. And we somehow are out of sync with books. Every book is on pre-order, I am sure because they are salivating over Christmas sales since they must not make shit on the electronic books. Just a little tear running down my cheek, I really miss bookstores with books in English. Although I am sure there are other Americans missing that also, no doubt the former Borders employees.

So on to this Blogging protocol question. And yes, I have way to much time on my hands.

People put shit out on the Internet for whatever reason and people read it for whatever reason. I get that part. Some people live really interesting lives or are really good at fabricating one. Some people are funny, some are good writers, and some share a common interest. I love the crossword puzzle Blogs.

But there are some people that put themselves out there as "look at me" aren't I doing a marvelous thing? This is mostly, but not entirely,  the fashion and cooking Blogs. This is my new outfit, this is how I cooked a roast, could any number of strangers please tell me how to purchase a car, underpants and mascara type people.

When you read the comments on these Blogs, everyone always tells the writer how wonderful they look, how fabulous they are, how they wished they could own those shoes. What the fuck is up with that? Then they beg on their sites that you send them more readers. Huh.

So my question is, would it be so horrible to tell some of these people the truth? If you are going to post outfits posing for pictures,  maybe you should iron the clothes first. If your gums are the first thing people see, change your lipstick or take a page from Victoria Beckham and quit smiling. If your recipe is stolen from a movie that made the cake a parody, do not fucking post it as this is a great cake. And I do not even want to discuss unpainted toenails today, it is too large of a subject.

I only post a comment when I have something to say, which is not all time. But I never criticize other people. I also do not blow smoke up their ass.

I guess I just answered my own question. These people really do believe they are doing something great and really do not want constructive criticism. They do not understand why they do not have enough followers or clicks for whatever monetary goal they have set for themselves. It is all about the money and they are not willing to invest a bit of money to make the money they think they deserve. Bingo.

Tomorrow, either unpainted toenails, a search for a job, or whatever other stupid shit pops into my head.