Let’s be clear, right off the bat: This is neither a post about cats nor about Kanye. This is, however, a post about what happens once one writes a blog post that may be less-than-favorable, albeit satiric, about American icons.
Let’s also be clear about something else: Life in the Boomer Lane is non-aggressive to a fault. She will cross the street to avoid walking past two people who are having an argument. She once dropped a dish (which broke) when her mother said her name in a slightly aggressive (to her ears) way. She was always eliminated immediately from musical chairs. On the other hand, she always won dodge ball games because when the ball was thrown in her direction, she became catatonic and never moved. Her classmates spent all of their time trying to eliminate the kids who were moving targets. Therefore, she was, almost always, the last man standing.
This is to say that LBL would not knowingly write anything so provocative as to incite people to riot, especially if she were the target of such riot. However, this has now happened twice, and it’s been less-than-pleasant.
The first time was with a post she wrote about Kanye West. It was precipitated by several things Kanye had done that annoyed LBL. Stupidly, she vented. The post hit Twitter and the floodgates opened. Thousands of comments came hurling in her direction, accusing her of being everything from white to stupid to old to racist. LBL will only make claim to two of those. There were also many comments that expressed agreement. But the general experience was such that she considered legally changing her name. At the very least, she vowed never to write the name “Kanye” in any post (which is about to be violated).
The second time was this week when she wrote a satiric piece about research on cat behavior. The research came to outrageous conclusions, and LBL, in her usual writing style, took the findings and made fun of them by seeming to take them seriously. Huffington Post featured the piece at the top of the front page of their 50 section. Again, the floodgates opened.
Thus far, there are 200 comments. The vast majority are scathing. LBL has been accused of being responsible for inciting others to perpetrate animal abuse, of being a terrible writer (worse, of being not funny), of being an irresponsible cat owner whose cat should be removed from her home immediately.
It would do no good for LBL to say she was merely trying to be funny. She already knows that cat owners have a much lower threshold for anything that maligns cats. Write a satiric post about how small children ruin one’s life on a daily basis, and all the comments will be from young moms who totally relate. Not so with cats. Muffy/Fluffy/Binky has a permanent pass.
It would do no good to say that LBL’s own cat, Miracle the Cat, is, just shy of 17-years-old, in remarkably good health. She is fed, watered, brushed, and petted on a daily basis. She sleeps in bed with LBL and Now Husband. She has expensive, upholstered steps at the foot of the bed, to ease her way up. She is, in all ways that matter, one lucky cat.
But it would do good to say these things. Ever. Just as it would do no good to say that LBL’s piece on Kanye never said anything derogatory about his musical ability. It was about his God complex and his choice of spouse.
LBL will never write about Kanye again. Just a couple of days ago, she read that Kanye went berserk at a concert, because a man in a wheelchair didn’t stand to applaud him, like the rest of the audience did. She didn’t write a post about that. She has learned her lesson.
She hereby declares that she will never write another post about cats. Miracle the Cat will continue to do the doofus, inexplicable things she does (like eating one pellet of food at a time, on her paw) and the world will never know.
LBL will limit herself to skewering odious world leaders, US politicians, inane research, nutty news articles, and posts that make fun of herself. She will also do some research on ferret owners, and, should she discover that they are not as sensitive as cat owners, she will plan at least one post about ferret research.
Eileen Adickes
October 27, 2014
Wonderful chuckles for a Monday morning! Thanks for brightening my day.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
You are welcome, Eileen. And, as always, thanks for reading.
She's a Maineiac
October 27, 2014
Damn! And here I was just about to publish a scathing post all about how much I prefer pie over cake. I don’t think it’s worth the inevitable backlash.
She's a Maineiac
October 27, 2014
am I missing the link to your Huff Post article? I’d like to head on over there and leave a comment….
pegoleg
October 28, 2014
Commie, pinko, pie-lovers like you should be shot!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
My take on HuffPost is that tons of people spend all day reading the posts in order to rip them apart. Or else, they are reading just my posts in order to rip them apart. Either way, I get ripped.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
You are getting into dicey territory, here. Obama prefers pie because it reminds him of Africa, the country he was born in.
katecrimmins
October 27, 2014
Being famous has it’s price. (Notice I did not say rich and famous as only a few writers can claim both!)
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Now I know how big celebs feel. Except without any of the money.
Cindy Lutenbacher
October 27, 2014
I won’t say anything much about Kanye–loved some of his earlier work. And his Katrina comment about W.
But about your cat article…I laughed aloud the second time ’round, and the fact that you are clearly the servant of Miracle the Cat makes your humor all the more convivial. You know from whence you speak.
But I shouldn’t be speaking now. I ADORE cats…when they belong to someone else. In my home are three of the canine variety who are variously dubbed The Brats, The Idjits, or The Eff-ers. One of them (my college student daughter’s dog) clearly has some feline in her ancestry, for I could be absent for a year, and upon my return, she would not look up from her mission to dig up and destroy every root of the backyard oak tree…until suppertime. Then, she would stroll in and possibly comment, “Oh, are you here? Whoever you are, it is one minute past my dining hour. What COULD you have been thinking?”
Yes. I live to serve.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Thank you for “getting” the post. Clearly the folks who read HuffPost either don’t get it or have their own agenda that trumps anything that was actually written. I also am in awe of your dog. That is such undoglike behavior.
Deborah the Closet Monster
October 27, 2014
Noooooo! Keep up the skewering! Perhaps the next target should be the commenters themselves? I would love to read that!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
I might do that in the near future. Right now, I will focus on topics that don’t get people quite so hysterical. Like the demise of the planet.
Nataly
October 27, 2014
On the bright side you did get 200 comments… The cat piece was hysterical!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Thanks, Nataly. I am grateful for every single person who actually “got” the piece.
roughwighting
October 27, 2014
Funny! Write what you will and you want – that’s what how it SHOULD be. Great post.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Thanks. I will certainly continue to write whatever I want. Except about Kanye. He has a permanent pass to be a complete asshole, without any comment from me. You didn’t read that last sentence.
mercyn620
October 27, 2014
Keep up the great work! Look at the bright side – people read and respond to you.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
They do, indeed. Although when I write non-cat and non-Kanye posts for HuffPost, I get NO comments.
mybrightspots
October 27, 2014
You crack me up. I’m with Deb – please keep the posts coming! I loved your cat post so much that I read it out loud to my husband. Please don’t stop!
Oh… and if I could put this in tiny print or send it to you privately, I would… I think you are missing a very important ‘no’ in the following sentence: “But it would do good to say these things.”
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Yikes! I will correct. Thanks!
Elyse
October 27, 2014
You know what they say about folks who can’t take a joke …
pegoleg
October 28, 2014
What? What do they say? Were they talking about me?
Elyse
October 28, 2014
No, dear Peg. You can take a joke as well as be the butt of one (I am supposing there, since you’re from a big Irish family like mine).
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
What do they say?
Elyse
October 29, 2014
Fuck ’em.
pegoleg
October 28, 2014
I sincerely hope you are not serious about writing something derogatory about ferrets. Ferrets are the kindest, smartest, most loving pets you will ever have the great, good fortune to own. Practically since the dawn of time, ferrets have been loyal companions to humans. Why, when Caesar Augustus was in danger from an assassin, his loyal pet ferret… etc., etc.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Now I can’t write about ferrets. And, now that you mention it, I think there was a ferret riding with Paul Revere. Revere clearly couldn’t have done all that by himself. What’s left, rats? Can’t do that, or the folks in India will go berserk. I’m screwed.
Shelley
October 28, 2014
Nooooo! As that world famous philosopher Rihanna once said, “Don’t let the bastards get you down. Turn it around with another round. I’ll drink to that.”
How sad that there are so many people that are missing the humor gene. Or is it the intelligence gene?
Your loyal audience loves you and your blogs (and ferrets…leave them alone and focus on cockroaches.)
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Thanks, Shelley. Yes, I’ll have to think about cockroaches. Or, rather, just write about them. I refuse to think about them.
Lorna's Voice
October 29, 2014
15 minutes of fame + 15 minutes of fame = days of misery. Thanks for the heads up, LBL. I’m conflict-averse as well. I think you are funny and you made your point loud and clear. Kayne and Miracle are ridiculous. But I didn’t hear about it here… 😉
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 29, 2014
Thanks, Lorna. I hid for a few minutes but then I got hungry so I came out and went to the kitchen. I can’t last long.