Remember an avid troll commenter called Monique, who returned again and again to let me know what a stupid and pathetic untalented jealous loser I am? Remember when she passed on a message from her friend Gretchen that “my cunt is full of sand?”
Well, now it is my privilege to introduce the camera shy Monique R, pictured above sharing a toast with her friends Sea, Platinum-Hair Girl and a young man named Fred who favors wacky hats.
When she isn’t flaming bloggers who make fun of Sea, Monique likes to take photos and hang out at bars to watch guys dancing in their underwear. She protects her tweets, perhaps because she knows that people could come along and join a malicious hatemail campaign against her, AT ANY MOMENT!
Look how happy Monique is, dining with her idol, rubbing elbows with the social gentry, perhaps comparing funny hats with that guy Fred. What made Monique go all rabid and ballistic when I teased Sea? Why was Monique so relentless and below the belt?
People are so fucking weird. They are truly unfathomable. I am learning this every day. Some of them need to be kept safely at a distance. Some will come at you only when they smell blood. The new Gentler Sister Wolf does not advocate any nasty comments designed to upset Monique. Instead, maybe we can help her explore her fanatical fealty to Sea, or her delusion that she “knows” me from looking back through the archives here.
I know you are an aspirational type, Monique. Screeching online about a strangers vag is not the way to social success, unless Dallas is much weirder than I imagined.
But I forgive you. You’re just out of your element.