Confessions of a Bored Housewife

I woke up on my soapbox today and in attempting to calm myself down, I realized that I am still angry at Heidi. Everything that she's done has caused this tiny burning inside of me and every time I turn a corner, someone douses the flame with a little gasoline.

I understand the nature of opinions (as they relate to certain sun-don't-shine areas of the human anatomy) and the irrefutability of free thinking, but it continues to bother me that some people liken us to bored housewives, fat girls with chips on our shoulders, skinny girls who don't want anybody else to lose weight, obsessed maniacs and the like.

It further bothers me that some people feel that they so adamantly must warn us of the potential for failure, or of the logisitics of the California civil justice system. It's like the mother who warns her child, "Well, don't reach for your dreams, honey, because, you know, they probably won't come true."

Half of the fun in the process of dreaming is actually having the dream. I can tell you that 90% of the satisfaction in speaking out against crimes against fat (and formerly) fat girls on the Internet is the actual speaking out (not to mention the quiet and not-so-quiet Rockstars you meet along the way).

Yes, I was wronged. You are free to think of that wrong what you will. I, however, as a party to that wrong, am free to act on that wrong in the ways that my government has deemed appropriate.

It might not bother you very much that a few thousand of us were ripped off because people get ripped off all the time, because you think we were stupid to sign up in the first place, because you admire the intracicies of what amounts to modern thievery, because there are bigger and more noble causes to care about, because people shouldn't get fat in the first place, because you don't like it when people stand up for themselves, because you want to lose weight by any means necessary, or because you just don't care.

I, however, am allowed to be just as bothered by Heidi's scams as you aren't. And I choose to be. No matter the outcome. At the end of the day, I will rest easy knowing that I stood up for myself, for what I believed was right and did everything that I could to rectify a wrong.

So, call me what you will and I'll be that.

There's nothing anybody can say to convince me that loving myself enough to speak out when I'm wronged and loving others enough to speak out when they are wronged is a petty thing to do. Because if people didn't do this, I wouldn't be here typing this message to you and you probably wouldn't be free to surf to the ends of the Internet and read this.

Sincerely,

Jeanessa

aka A Bored Housewife
aka An Angry Duck
aka A Fat Girl with an Attitude
aka A Stupid Chick
aka An Obsessed Maniac