scams, sex, true crime

Partial repost: A scammer tries to threaten the Overeducated Housewife…

I am reposting this post from July 2018, because this just happened to me again… it’s basically the same crappy, threatening email from some scumbag loser who buys old passwords from the dark web. I am not scared of this scam, but want to share it for those who are scared… or just as amused as I am. I have gotten this email a few times by different “people” or “bots” or whatever. It’s always the same stupid threat. For the record, no one on my friends list or contact list would even care if I looked at porn. They’d probably congratulate me.

I see I also wrote about this scam in 2019. Well, the warning bears repeating… Fuck these people!

Picture it.  You’ve just opened your eyes for the first time of the day.  You’re scanning your email messages, most of which are either from mailing lists or just plain junk.  Your eyes hit a message entitled, “Alert!”, followed by part of your email address and one of your passwords. 

You scan the message and it’s basically full of threats and accusations, followed by a demand for money paid in bitcoin.  The scammer claims he or she has infected your computer with malware that can turn on your webcam and has filmed you doing nasty things as you view porn.  If you don’t pay up, the scammer is going to send a sex video of you to your online contacts.

I got a message like that this morning.  There I was, sitting on the toilet, taking a dump, and deleting most of the worthless spam that collects in my email accounts every night.  I got an email from a chap calling himself “Elton Delaney”… (almost certainly not his or her real name).  For the purposes of this blog post, I will refer to “Elton” as male, even though it’s just as likely that the culprit is female.  Here is a screenshot of what Elton sent me last night as I was going to sleep.

I was alarmed the first time I got one of these. Now, I just roll my eyes.

I’ll admit, my first reaction to this email was shock and alarm.  I was barely awake and, the fact is, Elton did have one of my passwords. It’s a very old and weak one that I used on a regular basis maybe 15 years ago.  I have long since upgraded my passwords to more secure ones.  The password Elton has won’t grant access to much now.  
Elton had sent the message to my newest email account, one that I don’t use for emails to friends and family.  Clearly, my email was in a database that got hacked and sold to scuzzy lowlife bottom feeders like Elton and his ilk.  Still, in my sleepy condition, I was initially taken aback by this message.  Poorly written as it is, it was designed to provoke a panicked response, prompting victims to act before thinking.  I surmise that some people must have taken the bait and paid up.  Fortunately, I am not among the duped.  My brain kicked in and I realized that Elton is full of shit.

As of 2018, this was about $4000. The guy who wrote today offered me a bargain at about $2300.

Elton wants me to pay him almost $4000 to keep Bill and a bunch of online retailers from seeing intimate videos of me. It’s not happening. Actually, Bill would probably enjoy seeing such a video. It’s a shame one doesn’t exist.

Despite Elton’s ominous threats, I deleted the message without sending him a .5 bitcoin payment, finished my morning rituals, stripped the sheets off the bed for the wash, and then went down to the living room, where Bill had already set out my morning coffee. I told Bill about Elton’s threat. Not long ago, Bill finished his second master’s degree in cybersecurity. I thought he’d get a kick out of hearing about the threatening scam email I received. I joked to Bill that Elton might send him a video of me doing what he’s seen me do live thousands of times since we’ve been married. Believe me, it’s just not that exciting.

Then I did a quick Google search and found that this particular email scam, which has evidently been around for years, has recently resurged.  Of all of the email phishing scams I’ve seen, this one is probably one of the most infuriating.  It employs shame and the threat of humiliation to blackmail and extort money from the unaware.  While I know what Elton claims to have on me would not be very interesting to my email contacts, plenty of people are looking at things online that might damage their reputations or upset their friends and loved ones.  Those people, eager to keep their embarrassing online habits under wraps, are most likely to give in to demands for payment.  Unfortunately, our culture promotes shame, especially regarding sexual matters.

Although some people have been swindled by these emails, the scammers themselves are often quite stupid. Here’s a link to a story out of Miami where a woman named Briyana Valls tried to extort money using threatening text messages. She texted a guy who had briefly left his phone unattended at a bar, and threatened to tell his wife he was cheating on her unless he paid Valls $500. For all of her threats, Valls didn’t prove to be very savvy. She agreed to be paid in person, and that’s when she got nabbed by the police. Valls is now cooling her heels in jail, where she faces extortion and grand theft charges. The FBI also recently issued a warning about these email scams.

Sure, I’ve looked at porn on the Internet.  I expect a whole lot of people have.  It’s not something I do very often, though, because frankly, I find most porn videos boring and kind of gross.  I am much more inclined to read dirty stories, and most of the free ones on the Internet are terrible.  I’d do better to write them myself.  There was even a period in my life when I wrote erotica just to pass the time.  It’s part of what attracted Bill to me.  Given that fact, Elton’s threats mean very little, especially since I don’t have a boss and my mother doesn’t use the Internet.  If she did, I doubt she’d care that her married 46 year old (er 49 year old) daughter is finally sexually active.    

But even if I was watching a lot of porn and Elton’s threats were somehow credible, there is just no way Elton got any videos of me doing nasty things.  It simply didn’t happen.  There is no way it could have.  If Elton did send all of my contacts a “sex video” of me, it would probably either bore them to tears or make them laugh.  Besides, most of the people who would be getting the videos would be spammers like him and burned out online retailers who might welcome the distraction.  I don’t use that particular email address for communicating with most of my loved ones.  The lone exception is Bill, who is well aware of my tastes for sexually explicit stuff.

I was also pretty put off by Elton’s nasty and threatening tone.  Some of the scammers who send out these emails are at least decent enough to be funny.  Elton’s email requesting money comes across as very rude.  It definitely wasn’t something I wanted to read first thing in the morning.  Hey Elton, you get more flies with honey than vinegar, you feckless fuckstick.  The next time you send me a threatening email, have the decency to say “please” and “thank you”.  Maybe if you did that more often, your life’s mission wouldn’t be reduced to sending pathetic scam emails to uninteresting and unsexy overeducated housewives like me.

So… if you happen to get one of these emails yourself, just toss it into the round file.  Don’t worry.  It’s a scam.  If any of you happen to get a video of me doing nasty things, I hope you enjoy it.  And Elton, if you ever read this post, please go fuck yourself… and be sure to video it and send it to all of your friends and loved ones.

Edited to add:  Bill says the people behind this scam have already collected over $250,000.  Don’t fall for it!

Edited to add in 2021: At least this time, the email was in my spam folder and had a big red warning on it, so at least the email servers are getting that this crap doesn’t belong anywhere where people might take it seriously. Seriously… none of my friends would care if they saw a video of me looking at porn. And any that would care aren’t worth my time, anyway.

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No, I’m not hiring.

When you write a blog, it’s only a matter of time before your site gets noticed by spammers. Sometimes the pitches are infuriating. Sometimes, they’re laughably ridiculous. All the time, they indicate pathetic desperation and a lack of situational awareness.

A few days ago, I got an insulting comment from a guy who purports to be a business communications specialist. This guy, “Richard M. Miles” has a Web site and appears to be hoping people will hire him to help them write content. Mr. Miles is on Linked In, too, and is apparently American, which makes him somewhat of an oddity in the spamming world. He includes his CV on his Web site, along with the invitation to contact him.

In fairness to Miles, he was commenting on a post I wrote last month about how layouts aren’t my forte. I was asking regular blog readers if they thought I should change my template again, along with suggestions for what would work best. I suppose he could make the case that I “asked” for advice. However, I was asking for layout design tips, not writing tips. His comment was that my post was “faaaar too long and wordy”.

Really? This is how you aim to drum up business?

Based on this one patronizing comment from Mr. Miles, I can ascertain that he didn’t read more than that one post, which actually wasn’t that wordy compared to most of my stuff. If he had read more than that one post, he would know that this is a personal blog. That means the posts come from ME, and are in MY voice. My blog is not meant to be “professionally” written, and certainly not edited by someone who leaves comments like the one he left for me. He doesn’t have a clue about me, or the people who regularly read this blog; nor does he know my purpose for writing it.

Brevity is a great thing if you’re writing for business. Time is money. But this blog is not about making money. If I was writing a blog for a business and was short on time, maybe I’d be more interested in what he’s selling. But this blog doesn’t get that much traffic, and even if it did, it’s not a money generator.

I blog because I enjoy it, so I’m not looking for any help with my writing. Maybe my posts are too wordy, TMI, and long for some tastes, but I still have people who visit regularly and some who even seem to enjoy my stuff. Those who don’t enjoy my writing can simply move on to their next station on the Web.

I think Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez could serve as my role model better than Richard M. Miles can.

I was going to forget about my run in with Mr. Miles, but then I got a laughable pitch from someone named Lylah. Lylah claims to be from El Salvador, but according to Statcounter, she’s really from China. She wants to help me write my travel blog, but take a look at her comment and notice how poorly written it is. Even if I wanted to pay someone for content or even just have them write a “guest post” for free, I would never post what she’s offering. Besides, she appears to be selling spamming services more than anything else.

Sorry Lylah, but your writing, at least in English, sucks. I have never written anything entitled “Sursee”. Also, I am not a “Sir”, as clearly indicated by the title of my blog.

I know it’s silly to complain about these posts. Spammers are gonna spam, and there must be some level of success in their efforts, since they keep doing it. However, Mr. Miles’ post wasn’t in the spam section. He apparently has a WordPress handle, which I have now blocked. I had a good laugh at his comment and wondered what his motivation was for leaving it. Did he think it was helpful? Did he think it was welcome? I might have been more inclined to consider his advice if we’d previously connected somehow. If he’d read a few posts before leaving his comment, I might have been more impressed with his “tip”. I might have even taken it to heart instead of just scratching my head.

What Miles did was akin to the guy who leaves Chinese take out menus in your mailbox when you have a “no advertising” sign on it. Or someone who butts into a conversation about politics with an unrelated topic, say, about oral hygiene. Or someone who tries to sell pork and shellfish to Jewish people. I really am puzzled, and wonder if this is the way he successfully generates business. His resume makes it look like he’s been hired a few times, but this method of introducing himself and getting his CV out to the masses is strange to me. He did get me to look at his CV, but not for the “right” reasons.

Anyway… I guess it’s a good thing I don’t do this blogging shit for money.

Arran woke us up at about 3:00am, so I am unusually sleepy this morning. He had a touch of indigestion and threw up foam all over a blanket. I’m now washing all the sheets, which I had planned to do anyway. Laundry takes forever over here, though. My machine has a short cycle, but I don’t use it for the sheets, despite being “filthy” and a terrible housewife. I am tired, though, and it’s kind of cloudy outside. I’ll probably end up taking a nap as I wade through yet another book about Trump’s horrendous character.

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An email I got this morning…

If you’ve been watching the news feed, you might know that the late Jeffrey Epstein’s ex girlfriend, 58 year old British socialite Ghislaine Maxwell, was arrested in New Hampshire yesterday. Epstein, of course, was a notorious sexual predator who was extraordinarily wealthy. Ghislaine Maxwell was Epstein’s girlfriend, but she also is accused of recruiting a lot of his victims. Because of her part in the disgusting human sex trafficking ring he was running, Maxwell was finally picked up by the FBI. She was remanded into custody and awaits transport to answer charges in New York, where she’s been accused of helping to recruit and groom Epstein’s victims, some of whom were as young as 14 years old.

I followed this case somewhat before Epstein died of “suicide” in jail last year. Many people think Epstein was actually murdered. Maybe he was. He had very powerful friends who had a lot to lose if his real story was ever made public. He was linked to people like Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew, and of course, our very own orange idiot, Donald Trump. I watched all of the episodes of Filthy Rich, the Netflix documentary series about Epstein, and blogged about them. I know he was not a good man.

So, knowing that Epstein was a complete and total scumbag, imagine my surprise this morning, when I got this rather hilarious email from a “financial advisor” to Mr. Epstein:

I usually toss these kinds of emails without reading them. I just couldn’t help myself this morning. When I saw Jeffrey Epstein’s name and “charity” in the same email, I had to have a good laugh. Naturally, this email is bullshit, although it somehow made it to my main mailbox rather than the spam roundfile, where it belongs. These people trying to capitalize on greed must be enjoying some success, or they wouldn’t keep doing it. Whoever wrote this is obviously full of crap, though. Here’s a hint… pick a different dead wealthy person other than Jeffrey Epstein. Even if this was legit, I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with his filthy money.

As for Ghislaine Maxwell, she is denying any knowledge or participation in Mr. Epstein’s dirty dalliances. However, if you watch Filthy Rich, you will quickly hear the accounts of the many women who were victimized. And according to their very believable accounts, Ms. Maxwell was up to her armpits in Epstein’s sexual perversions. She was all about helping him satisfy his cravings for sex, power, and “massages”. She would win the girls over by befriending them, taking them out shopping or to the movies, and convincing them to give Epstein massages, after which they would be sexually abused and perhaps farmed out to other wealthy, powerful men.

It’s about time she was charged.

Maxwell would allegedly try to normalize the abuse by talking frankly about sex with the girls, undressing in front of them, being present when the victim was undressed, and being present when Epstein was molesting them. Reading this description of what Ghislaine Maxwell did brings back memories of my dealings with the neighborhood pervert, who, when I was about ten years old, befriended me and gave me attention that I wasn’t getting from my family. He used to show me men’s magazines and talk to me about sexual topics. I think that affected me a lot more than I realized at the time. Because I was a child, I didn’t realize that what he was doing was sexual abuse. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized just how inappropriate and wrong it was. Fortunately, in my case, there was never a graduation to the next step, which would have been totally horrifying.

When I think about what those young girls went through, because they had bad home lives, wanted to be models, or were simply hoping to make a friend, it breaks my heart. Those kinds of offenses have ripple effects that affect innocent people. For instance, because of what happened to me, my husband has to deal with some baggage that makes it harder for us to enjoy intimacy. And the women who were abused by Epstein and Maxwell and everyone else of their ilk are passing along that damage to their significant others and children, as well as their other friends and loved ones.

Anyway… I am glad Ghislaine Maxwell was arrested. I want her to get a fair trial and, if she is proven guilty, I hope she does some time. Hopefully, she won’t “commit suicide” before she’s been brought to justice. And I hope the idiot who sent the above email– probably not really named Lawrence Pierre– doesn’t manage to fool anyone with this foolishness. It’s shameful to try to rip people off, but especially when you’re doing it by appealing to greed with a criminal’s money. If anyone gets any of Epstein’s filthy lucre, it should be his many victims.

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Yall [sic] suck!

Facebook went a bit wonky last night, and a bunch of people got perfectly innocuous posts reported as spam. A lady in a group I follow– Tidewater Flashback– got pissed off because one of her posts was flagged. She had the above comment, then left another one in which she protested being “reported”. For the life of me, I don’t see why people ask to be “removed” from any Facebook group. You can remove yourself with little fanfare. As one person wrote, “It’s not an airport. You don’t have to announce your departure.” In any case, this lady was probably the victim of a common Facebook SNAFU and had a couple of her posts “reported” by bots.

It’s an epidemic.

Two of my posts were reported, too. One was a news article about huge, wealthy corporations not wanting to offer sick pay, and the other was about museums around the world that are offering virtual tours. No, they weren’t “spam”, but I guess since everyone is online right now because they’re stuck at home, Facebook will continue to have problems. I noticed that at least one of the “spam” posts is still visible, but they’d been up for a few days, anyway.

As I keep reading about Facebook’s foul ups, I remind myself that Facebook has way more power than it deserves. Maybe it’s time some of us logged off of it and found a better way to occupy ourselves. Personally, I’ve just gotten hooked on the show, 9-1-1, starring Angela Basset and Jennifer Love Hewitt. I wasn’t that impressed with it when I first started watching, but it’s gotten better and now I’m hooked. I feel a little guilty watching TV, when I could be reading Keith Richards’ life story. But I’m even doing that electronically, since I downloaded it on the Kindle app.

Once again, I’m reminded of how dependent we’ve become on electronics for entertainment. There was a time when, in a situation like this, families would come together and bond. Or, at least I’d like to think they did. For all I know, this was a disastrous situation for them, too. I just noticed a headline about how this forced social distancing could wind up being disastrous for domestic violence victims. Abuse victims are isolated enough when things are normal. Now that everyone is being asked to avoid being in close contact with strangers and stay at home, it really could be a dangerous situation for people who are being abused by their partners or their parents.

Hmm…

On the other hand, I’ve also read that even a few weeks of less tourism has been great for the environments in China and Italy. Venice, in particular, is cleaning up nicely. Maybe this is a prime opportunity for us to learn about each other, and about the world in general. This is a time we’re being forced to slow down and adapt our usually hyperkinetic lifestyles to one that is health promoting. Maybe there will be time for couples to get closer and children to discover new things about their siblings and parents. Some people will probably become parents because of this situation.

Some folks might really use their time wisely and pick up a new skill. I wish I had a guitar. Maybe I’d take the time to pick up a few chords. I suppose I could order one. Maybe I will, if this social distancing thing drags on for many months.

Recently, I’d been thinking about giving up my blogs and doing something else with my time. I wondered if it was worthwhile to keep writing. But then it occurred to me that even though I had to start my blog over last year, people still read it. And while I know that not all of my readers actually like what I do, a lot of them do appreciate my efforts. Now that people are stuck at home, there will be folks looking for things to occupy their time. Some might even read blogs like mine. Or not.

This coronavirus stuff hasn’t really changed my life, except that Bill is now teleworking. So actually, my lifestyle is more social than it was a couple of weeks ago. Usually, I don’t have close interactions with anyone, including Bill. He works and takes business trips, and I hang out with the dog. But I have a lot of friends who have lost their work because of the forced isolation. One friend, a sommelier in Washington, DC, lost his job just after coming home from Germany, where he was completing some hands on work for a winemaking degree. Anyone who can’t work from home is screwed, and this will really put a strain on a lot of businesses. I thank God Bill can work from home and I no longer depend on restaurant work to pay my bills.

I was telling Bill this morning that I hope that what seems like an “extreme” overreaction to the coronavirus will slow down its spread and allow healthcare workers a chance to catch up on getting people well. The sooner we slow down the virus, the sooner things will get back to normal. But if people keep passing it around, the situation will only become much worse. I read one scary thread on RfM written by a woman who has had the virus and now fears that she has permanent lung damage.

One other thing that is being impacted by this situation, is that we’re hoping to adopt a new dog. We haven’t yet made the final arrangements as to how we’re going to collect him, should the rescue ultimately decide we’re worthy. Apparently, overnight stays in German hotels are currently verboten if they’re not business related. I’m not sure if fetching a new dog is considered “business”. Money will be changing hands, and it would only be for a night. He’s in Hamburg, and that is about five hours from where we live. We don’t really want to go up and back in one day. That would be pretty stressful. I would like to have him here, though, because the timing would be excellent. Bill will be around, and we’ll have the ability to break him into the family faster than we might otherwise. A new dog would be an excellent spring project for all of us, especially Arran.

I suppose if the new dog doesn’t work out, we can work on the garden. Maybe we’ll plant some vegetables, since one of the crepe myrtles in the backyard died last year. I don’t know why it died. It was green a year ago and now it’s definitely dead. We cut some of the branches and used them for kindling. Now we have a small plot that can be turned into a tiny garden spot with full sun. And I also bought Bill a bunch of books about making cocktails. He can test them out while we enjoy our fenced in yard and neverending music from Siri.

I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t buy a bunch of concert tickets this year. Looks like it’s going to be a strange time for all of us…

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“You’re a racist!”

It’s not even 9:00am yet, and someone has already accused me of being a racist. Why? Because I commented on a news story on The New York Times about how the Internet has been shut down for 60 million people in India. It seems that their government leaders have been pushing provocative policies that have caused a lot of civil unrest. There have been riots. People are very upset. I don’t blame them for being upset. India is supposedly one of the world’s largest democracies, yet its current leader is imposing draconian measures to keep India’s massive population under control. Government officials claim that they regularly shut down the Internet “to stop the spread of hateful and dangerous misinformation, which can move faster on Facebook, WhatsApp and other services than their ability to control it.” Sounds like a scary situation.

Alright then. So what did I write to be accused of being a racist?

And yet, people from India still constantly spam my blogs…

So far, my comment has gotten 86 reactions, most of which are positive. Several men have taken me to task for making the factual observation that many people from different countries spam my blogs and quite a few of them are from India. What’s disparaging or racist about that? I didn’t say Indians were bad people. I didn’t disparage Indian culture or food. I didn’t even say spam was *bad*. In fact, my niece was BORN in India, because my sister was living there in the early 1990s. I don’t dislike Indian people. I do dislike spam, but it’s evidently a big business in places like India, China, Pakistan, and Nigeria. The fact that I get spammed by people in those countries doesn’t mean I hate them or think I’m better than they are, though. I simply made an observation.

Here’s another observation. After I got called a racist, several men started flirting with me. Naturally, they’re probably spammers too. In fact, I would not be surprised if my Facebook Messenger is flooded with filtered messages from these folks, looking for quick cash or whatever. One guy wanted me to add him and I told him I was married. Another asked why I didn’t “like” the guy. Um… I’m married. What part of that don’t you understand? Would you want your husband or wife privately chatting with some stranger from a distant land on Facebook? And even if I weren’t married, I’m not looking to meet “strange” men on the Internet… even though Bill used to be one of those strange men.

I thought about sharing my entire exchange on The New York Times here, but the cross commentary is too confusing, and I don’t feel like editing everybody’s names. Besides, while I’m sure that some of the people who have commented are serious, more of them are likely trolls or people who are angling for something. I’m sure if you visit The New York Times’ Facebook page, you can easily find the thread.

Just as I was about to move on with my day, I noticed another comment accusing me of thinking the world revolves around me. After I reiterated that I was simply making an observation, someone else accused me of having a “thin skin” and not being able to recognize trolls. I think that’s funny, since none of these people have ever met me. It would not occur to me to immediately assume something about a random stranger on Facebook and openly call them out like that. Like… it would actually bother me to make that kind of a bold assumption about a total stranger. But it seems that many people have no issue with it.

Here’s another observation I’ve just made. I commented about spammers from India. This guy posted this comment:

Except for the beautiful women – there is nothing good about India.

This comment has been up for about 20 minutes, yet the only reaction to it is a single thumbs up “like”, and he’s only gotten about six somewhat neutral comments. No one has accused this man of being “racist”, having a “thin skin”, being “funny looking”, or having a “poor sense of humor”, nor does it appear that anyone has tried to pick him up, although I think his comment is far more racist and sexist than mine is. I guess he’s not being picked on because nature bestowed a “magic wand” between his legs instead of a bleeding axe wound. I’m kidding, of course. There’s nothing particularly magic about a penis. I once had a psychology professor who constantly referred to penises as “magic wands”. She taught a “Psychology of Women” class. I got a C in that class, so no one should take seriously anything I have to say about gender.

I’m not that upset this morning, although I have a cold sore brewing (Abreva, please do your stuff!). I’m actually more bewildered than troubled. I made a simple observation on The New York Times, and suddenly a bunch of apparently Asian men think they know me… or they wish to add me on Facebook based on a couple of comments and a photo. It’s kind of creepy and weird, but I’m not particularly upset about it. In fact, before this morning, I wasn’t even aware of India’s problems with having the Internet withheld by government authorities. I’m sympathetic to their plight. I’m sure this is a big deal to them, especially since a lot of people’s livelihoods are affected, not to mention the social stimulation people get when they’re online.

I don’t know how people make money from spamming. I guess some people must take the bait, since it’s been a problem since the dawning of the Internet. I’m sure there is a motivation for people in other countries to send out ridiculous spamming emails and comments in order to generate business. Otherwise, why would they do it? Spam was a much bigger problem on my old blog, since I left comments mostly open. I’d regularly get spam comments cleverly disguised as “legit”. On this blog, the default comment mode is moderation, so comments don’t appear unless it’s from someone who has commented once before and is approved. I also have stronger spam filters on this blog than I did on Blogger. But still, I pay close attention to Statcounter, and whenever I get a non VPN hit from a distant country, nine times out of ten, it’s someone trying to leave spam. Again… this is a statement of fact. There’s not anything racist about making such a statement. It would be racist if I claimed that all spammers are “dirtbag Indians”. I never made such a claim, nor would I, about Indians or people from any other country.

I had actually considered writing about several different topics this morning. Some of my alternative topics might have been more interesting than this is. At this point, it looks like people have moved on. Such is the nature of The New York Times, I guess. It’s a big, well-respected newspaper, and lots of people are reading and commenting. Most people realize that my comment was pretty innocuous, if not spot on. Otherwise, why else would it have gotten so many heart and laughter reactions?

Just now, I got an insult about my looks…

(in response to a comment I made– “who says I’m joking?”)

 I’m glad you’re not because I’d expect it to be as Funny as your face Lol.

To which I responded…

Haniyam Shaikh Awww… you say the sweetest things!  <3

Like… seriously. I’m a happily married woman with a dynamite lifestyle. Why should I care if this man wants to insult my looks? Even if he thought I was “cute” and I thought he was “cute”, it’s not like we’d ever meet. And… if I really did want to be racist, I’d mention that I’m assuming our standards of hygiene are vastly different and I might be quite turned off by that. But that WOULD be a very racist and rude thing to say, so I’m not going to say it. Instead, I’m going to decide if I feel like washing the sheets. Then, I’m going to have some breakfast before I get into too much more trouble. Low blood sugar is the pathway to Hell, y’all.

Edited to add: Many hours after the thrill had passed, some chick named Lacey came along and started insulting me by calling me “Karen”, “Susan”, and “Boomer”. I told her she should go learn about respecting her elders. New York Times’ readers are fun to fuck with sometimes.

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