Oh, you don't have to hide
The whole column is addressed to me. Go ahead and hit that ask a question deal. I have answers. I have a whole lot of answers.
You know, I was giving myself a little adjustment period, what with all of my new columns and etc. etc. I was just easing back a second, because I felt like I could.
Then, I am looking through something 120 days old last night because a notification popped. This bitch, 120 days later, decided to throw a cheap shot at me. Y’all remember when we had a young lady who was having some issues. I, being who it is that I am, of course lent my ear. How about this nasty I don’t know who this bitch is bitch said “although it may be an attempt at being helpful, it sounds predatorial”. Bitch, I’ll slap the taste clean out of your mouth for that.
Right off the rip, you’re 120 days behind me bitch. Have a fucking seat.
Secondarily, I don’t go in pursuit of children to ask them about their problems. Not only was legal (Thank you, Rachel) involved, but I damned sure won’t sit back while a child is hurt, or hurting themselves because they feel like they have nobody to listen. It doesn’t cost me a damned thing to listen. It’s what I do.
And thirdly, you disgusting piece of trash, I’ll tell you like I tell other folk that are so close to the line you could skin your knees and be there, you need to check yourself before you full the fuck on wreck yourself.
I deal with 30,000 people on a daily basis. I do my very best to return every message, to acknowledge every kind and unkind word. And in matters of children, I check myself with legal, because I do know how it can go, no matter if I ignore it or address it. But bitch, if you think for a minute that you’re gonna come through 90 days later and try to throw some undercover shade on me like I won’t catch it? Oh, bitch….you know I really do love when folk hide comments, when all you have to do is address your shit straight to Ask A Bitchface. You don’t even need to pay postage, bitch, I’ll open your little comment and get right into telling you what I think.
Don’t hide your pathetic attempt at trying to be cute. It’s not, you’re not, and this is not. Whatever dumb shit you were thinking, you better go back to the drawing board. I let one slide. Well, sort of. But come on, bring me one back anything like this last attempt at throwing any shade at me, and I personally will let you see why I’m the Bitchface in Ask A Bitchface.
Consider yourself spoken to, and it’s truly pathetic this is the type of shit you have to pull to get me to even speak in your fucking direction.
Ms. Macon