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.
Oh yes, I remember Monique. She mockingly cautioned me against approaching Gretchen next time I’m in Dallas, claiming she (Gretchen, not Monique) took steroids and was huge and prone to angry outbursts. Shortly thereafter, I took a minute and found her page on Facebook, which was not very difficult given her posts on Dolly Python’s Facebook page when all of this was going on a month or so ago. I didn’t seek her or Gretchen/Dolly Python out to contact them; I have no desire to initiate or share correspondence with any of their group. It’s just that I like to put a face to someone talking shit about my friends or me, it’s a thing with me. I don’t like bullies in real life and I certainly don’t like anonymous internet bullies, either.
I’m not sure what her deal is and I’m not sure I care. Goodness knows I’d defend you, SW, if someone talked poorly about you on the internet or in real life. But I sure as hell would come up with better material than Monique, and I sure as hell would maintain my dignity while doing so.
Ann – I think we see this the same way. I just thought it would be nice for her to shed her anonymity, given her memorable participation. Plus, I’m a little stoned.
OH SW! Put down the pipe. Don’t give attention to obnoxious rabid followers of other bloggers. She’s probably eating this up with a spoon.
It’s too bad, she’d be really cute if she was better at trolling. :B
All I see is a bunch of kids having a good time, as opposed to a sour faced terminally miserable old woman who taunts children as a hobby.
Sincerely,
mutterhals
How is your blog doing, Thundercunt/Mutterhals? Any readers lately? And is it cunt or cervix, or are you also going for uterus, ovaries and fallopian tubes?
Another awesome post Sister Wolf. This kind of made my day 🙂
Lolling at this
“Screeching online about a strangers vag is not the way to social success, unless Dallas is much weirder than I imagined.”
Thanks, SW!
Stick it to ’em, Sister Wolf. Nice to see someone telling it how it is, as opposed to over-privileged snobs who meticulously edit their posted photos to seem as edgy, free-spirited and trendy as possible. What a shame they don’t apply the same effort to improving their minds or souls.
Hi Monique! Having a nice day? You’ve gone very quiet!
I read your tag “ethics” as “ethnics”. Appropriate, I think.
Just like I thought, they are kids. Stupid kids talk like that…dismiss it. The are not worth a thought.
Sometimes, like now, gentler is much stronger than strong.
Missing you!
Dear Monique,
I really hope sea paid for that bottle. drink up. it’ll anesthetize the truth that you could never curate so many precious coats or octopi and should continue your mission of joining ’em instead of beating ’em.
Tavi got a full profile in this week’s New Yorker. Sea of Shoes, not even a mention. Monique, you should at least know when to change allegiances. Sea is over.
Mutterhauls, there’s a sale at Hot Topic at the mall! Run!
A bitch – I’m not sure what you mean by appropriate but I’m sensing that the proper reply to you is Fuck off.
Marky – Believe me, I’ve braced my self for the New Yorker, which hasn’t arrived yet for some reason. The profile is clearly a sign of the imminent rapture.
Now, Monique was not the commenter Mo’nique, correct? Because I rather enjoyed Mo’, her passionate delivery, and her unshaven legs (her confession I recall).
Hahaha such an amusing photo – are they really drinking water! Oh of course don’t you have to be 21 to drink in the states. I can’t imagine one can have much fun toasting each other with water or even a good time. Mutterhals you are probably right though. A good time was had by all.
We sipped water, talked about our clothes and make up. Gosh I think someone actually used the c word (cash or consumption in case anyone is wondering). But mainly we discussed curation projects and Monique was so jolly she thought perhaps Mutterhals could be stuffed as they need a new cockroach brooch. We mainly envisage his/hers genitalia as the faux cockroach brooch and the rest could be a taxidermy project called cunt in the sand.
Meanwhile Sister Wolf lounged on her new chaise long a present from Mr Lagerfeld in recognition of her services to black jeans. Ah all is well …
MJ – NO, Mo’nique is a big beautiful unshaven righteous fountain of wisdom, whereas Monique is a poor deluded troll.
looks like they’re having a super cute day!
still no comments for the terribly boring mutterhals, I assume. Bet she wishes she was invited to the super cute day those kids are having.
sonja – It does look super cute. But even more, it reminds me of a friend who liked to blow all her money at Gucci. One day, the manager asked her opinion of the new season. Afterward, the friend turned to me with tears of joy glistening in her eyes and exclaimed: “I’ve arrived!”
I see that look on Monique’s jubilant face.
Awww, look how adorable they look, with the reflected light of Sea’s “awesomeness” shinning off their faces. Isn’t it nice that she lets them all bask in the glory of her presence? I wouldn’t be that nice to the plebs that surrounds me. I wonder if they’re hoping that Sea drops some shoe scraps for them to scavenge.
Everything about this makes me uncomfortable
“I’ve arrived!” had me snort at work.
aww, this must have been the time Monique sat at Sea’s table. brings it full circle since this is the first thing she wrote about when her trolling began:
https://www.godammit.com/2010/08/02/comments-for-jane-8-3-2010/#comment-108967
Lezzies – I understand. But listen: This photo was already published online and she was identified. I’m just letting my readers put a face on the troll they had to deal with.
And again, I wish her no harm or unhappiness.
Hey Marie, [or SW]
Clicked your link (I guess I was away when the fur was really flying) but I have a question regarding a sentence Monique wrote.
“Don’t live in fucking glass house if your shit stinks.”
If one’s shit does happen to reek, wouldn’t the smart thing be, to actually move into a glass house? I mean that would spare the neighbors, wouldn’t it?
Yeah, except then everyone can see you shitting.
Also, that quote reads suspiciously like Borat.
why dont sea and her friends just take it all in good fun, have a bit of a laugh at themselves, and move the eff on. people respect people who can take the piss out of themselves.. clearly sea and friends take the whole bloggosphere thing WAY too seriously.
i actually was a sea fan back in the day, but the more i hear about this ridiculousness, the more turned off i become. if she and her friends are willing to put themselves online, they need to be aware that not everyone will agree with them or act like the sun shines of their behinds. not impressed, friend of sea.
HEY EVERYBODY! That’s me, alright!
Now, down to business.
So, first and foremost, why haven’t I commented?!?! Perhaps because I speak too much truth, and you don’t like that very much, do you Sister Wolf? You’ve been blocking my comments for a while now, so I feel so very honored to have a post dedicated entirely to me! I’m also AMAZED with your level of dedication in researching me on the internet so you can “ridicule” me. Are you the random person that has been pestering me with follow requests on Twitter so you can feed the blistering sore on your cunt with reading my tweets about what me and my awesome friends are doing? Are you those suspicious, weird facebook friend requests I’ve been receiving? I wouldn’t be surprised! Your insanity knows no bounds…
In regards to the “mimi” person, who says that Sea and all her friends take the “blogosphere way too seriously”, JOANNE, YOU HAVE BEEN FUCKING STALKING AND HARASSING JANE FOR OVER A YEAR! That’s some serious fucking shit! I got on here for a few days to have a laugh at you, and over a month later, YOU’RE LOOKING ME UP ON THE INTERNET AND TRYING TO TRASH ME ON YOUR BLOG! I fucking forgot you even existed until Gretchen texted me a picture of you, you know the one where you’re trying to wear over-the-knee boots and yout friends told you that you looked like a drag queen…anyways, I digress.
All of your readers are sycophantic boring old losers just like you who have nothing better to do with their time than suck up your sour, hateful cunt juices because it’s what gives them a purpose in life. No, not me. I haven’t posted in a while because I have a fucking life, and I have better shit to do than sit here and feed your pathetic ego. Find someone else to give your sad, miserable life meaning.
Oh, and everyone go check out my photoblog too, because yeah, me taking photos and enjoying my life is so fucking funny and pathetic, and I can’t wait to hear what deliciously mean things you have to say about it. http://amoderatebeing.tumblr.com. BTW, I work as a freelance photographer amongst other things, and I got paid for taking photos of those guys dancing in their underwear. Wow, it’s a nice feeling to have a job and work and actually feel like a productive member of society. Hmmm bet you wish you could say the same, huh Joanne?
Cheers!
-Monique
P.S. I was never trying to “hide” or remain anonymous. I’m surprised no one posted a pic of me sooner.
P.P.S. To “a bitch-” If you read “ethnics” and deemed it an appropriate tag, then you’re suffering from something called being a racist. I suggest you go back to burning crosses and attending Tea Party rallies.
P.P.P.S. The look of “jubilation” on my face is one that most people feel when they are enjoying a good time with friends…because they in fact do have friends in real life and aren’t a cancer on everyone around them.
P.P.P.P.S. I love how into me all of you seem to be! I mean, searching for me on Facebook, dissecting every single word I’ve ever left on this shitshow of a blog…you make a girl feel loved.
P.P.P.P.P.S And since you’re all soooooo into me now, let’s play a game! Guess my age and win less of my respect! Guess my actual financial ability to “curate” anything and win me not giving a fuck.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. You people are all so very fucking sad. Really, you all are. This blog is like a fucking circus of sad, miserable, boring clowns and Joanne here is your ringleader.
And by the way, you’re a closet-case cyber-bully/cyber-stalker.
From wikipedia: “Common tactics used by cyberstalkers is to vandalize a search engine or encyclopedia, to threaten a victim’s earnings, employment, reputation, or safety. Various companies provide cases of cyber-stalking (involving adults) follow the pattern of repeated actions against a target. While motives vary, whether romantic, a business conflict of interest, or personal dislike, the target is commonly someone whose life the stalker sees or senses elements lacking in his or her own life. Web-based products or services leveraged against cyberstalkers in the harassment or defamation of their victims.”
I really hope someone sues your ass.
I hope for all you gentle readers out there that Sister Wolf approves my response comment, since she’s been so grateful as to block me from posting in the past.
Just in case Joanne won’t approve my response comment, you can read it here:
http://letterstoasadoldhag.tumblr.com/
This shit is tiring. Someone call me when Joanne has something actually funny and relevant to say about me.
One last thing, everyone please, pleaaaaaaaseee become one of Joanne’s patrons so she can have some money to get her out of the house and into the mall where she can window shop.
Monique, I’m not sure that someone can be called a stalker, when YOU went out of your way to find THEM.
Interesting that Monique goes through the trouble of creating a “blog” dedicated to you, and then goes on to say that she has better things to do with her time. I don’t like stating the obvious especially when it’s been driven home so many times, but again, there’s not much one can do to combat crazy. It’s a fleeting challenge that is terribly draining! But I’m glad you have the drive to continue expressing and voicing yourself as candidly as you do, which is seriously rare these days.
Monique – I have NEVER looked for you on Facebook, but I did notice you on Twitter right after your friend Dolly blocked me.
I haven’t “stalked” Jane, and all I know about her is exactly what she has posted on the world wide web. I have sought to entertain my self by making fun of her blog, which is my right, under the first amendment.
I have never advocated harassment or harm to her and indeed I am sorry if she took it that way. She has made herself a public figure whose lifestyle and personal belongings are reported on at great length all over the place.
Monique, I have not posted your last name, so I don’t understand why you accuse me of this.
You took it upon yourself, along with your friend Dolly Python, to bombard me with obscene hate mail when I never knew of your existence. It’s only fair that my readers see who you are, since you forced us to contend with your wrathful and insulting comments. Your picture was already on another blog, complete with your full name.
Why do you feel you have a right to insult me publicly on the internet but claim yourself to be protected by some imaginary law or ethics issue?
Again, I will remind you that I have never attacked you verbally or in any other way, in the manner that you did and still do attack me!
I am offended by your continuing interest in my private parts. I am offended by YOUR bullying.
If only Jane or anyone else wanted to mock my blog ON THEIR OWN BLOG, that would be a fine comeuppance! And if they could make it amusing or entertaining, cool!
As for my personal life, I have discussed some of it here but not all. I am a mom, I was laid off from my last job, I was traumatized by my older son’s injuries lat year and I am now struggling to cope with losing him. If that seems to invite sneers of ‘HAHA, you have a miserable life!” than so be it. I can’t invest you or anyone else with compassion or wisdom or even manners.
I know everything there is to know about restraining orders and harrassment. Hire a million lawyers. Free expression is a cornerstone of my personal life and belief system.
Oh my, I’ve just read the rant you posted on tumblr, Monique! You can’t even see how badly you nailed yourself by revealing your own conduct and unprovoked malice?!
“I stumbled across the blog of a really worthless, disgusting person because she was expressing some intense dislike of my friends’ jewelry and blog. I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about, and because I am a jackass, I posted some hilarious comments on her blog, hoping to go on about my day, but NO! Shit got REAL! An all out war broke out!”
“After a few pretty priceless comments posted on her blog by yours truly and a friend of mine (who is ruthless and refuses to let this woman continue on unrivaled in her bullshit ways), we were BLOCKED! I tore into this woman time and time again because, let’s be honest, she fucking deserves it. After a few days (yeah, I know, days is way too long to have spent on this dumbass shit), I forgot about the whole thing and went on with my life until tonight, when my friend texted me to tell me that this bitch had the fucking audacity to write a post dedicated to ME!”
Jesus, you really don’t get who the harasser is?
You used to be funny and leave interesting comments and observations but now you have just become bitter and resentful. I realise your son died and maybe that is the problem but printing peoples emails and photograph because they disagree with you is just plain vindictive. I do realise they said heinous things but unfortunately you chose to have a blog and chose to share your story with others so you have to pay the price. Stop playing the victim and stop being so vindictive, it is so boring and pathetic. Why don’t you concentrate on healing yourself and your other son instead of trying to rally other women in the blogosphere into an ugly bunch of torch wielding villagers
Another thing that has really offended me is that you liken verbal abuse to rape, this is an enormous insult and trivialization of women who have actually been raped. How on earthy can you compare the two?
this is not a post dedicated to you. this is a post dedicated to the dissection of internet personalities and fashion blogging- as much as we all love fashion- it would be truly idiotic not to understand that there is a very dark side to it…including issues of anorexia, consumerism and media manipulation. Certain blogs are popular because they have the funds to back it up. Its virtually impossible to be an artist without some source of income…but there is a fucking line.
you are not monique. you are an example.
we’re not criticizing YOU. we are criticizing the many many people who have nothing to offer this blogosphere other than a complimentary douche foil for jane.
of course, Jane is a human being. she bleeds. she cries. she fights for her life just like the rest of us. but on the internet, she is JANE. SEA OF SHOES. so in that context, we judge and discuss her.
its only fair.
she makes her livelihood from blogging. blogging has, for some reason, become somewhat important.
I think its important to criticize it.
there would be no constitution without a war to instigate it.
furthermore, the fact that you missed the genuine love, compassion and community CURATED by Joanne and her commenters is atrocious. You have no sense of human communication.
you are no better than a comma or semi colon. you aren’t a person. you are monique. who we make fun of. because you don’t mean anything to us. you stand in for a concept.
keep curating synonyms for vagina. it suits your HILARIOUS sense of humor.
Why are you giving attention to a wannabe? Let’s ignore her.
Or note her ‘dickhead’-like hat.
Kate – Oh, fuck off you moron. Don’t tell me ANYTHING about my younger son. Don’t go there at all. Second, my “community” comes together to talk about our mothers, our periods, our struggles in all areas. You don’t know shit. I don’t have to pay a “price” for “telling my story”, even though you would like me to.
Redhead – Hahahaha, good advice.
“Katie” (commenter) is a cunt. Fuck that bitch.
SW, I really would like you to do a “cunt of the week” post about Christine O’Donnell. What an idiot she is.
Taylor – Good call, that is some idiot. I just read something like “Sarah Palin is jealous because Christine O’Donnell is younger cuter and dumber”
Monique can take her utterly lame trollishness and shove it, I want Mo’nique back!
We’ve got better things to do than listen to yet another entitled brat (and yes, she and Dolly Whatserface are brats, irrespective of their actual age) whining about HOW DARE WE- Sister, the commenters, whoever- say anything about anyone that isn’t gushing praise and sparkles.
They’re baaaaack!! And again, they checked their sense of humour at the door. I hope you send them packing, Sister. They really are boring.
Monique this looks terrible for your business that you tout as a photographer. Why don’t you let Jane fight her own battles? I mean don’t you think it’s silly to fearlessly protect someone who hasn’t said a peep about any of this and is too afraid to squash their own internet persona online to step up? So then you come marching in, laying your neck on the line. This reminds me suspiciously of that terrible scene in Gone With The Wind when Miss Scarlett’s slaves are telling her not to worry and that they’ll protect her from those darn Yankees. That’s what this is about really. You don’t think it’s stupid to put yourself on the line in the middle of the crossfire for someone who won’t argue back themselves for want to protect their pristine image? I sure hope you and Jane remain friends for a long time, otherwise you really are a jackass. But you said that already said that much.
Jesus M Christ on a cracker. Back on your meds, Monique. Right now! You actually think we’re going to visit any of your blogs, especially your photo blog? Please take your crazy somewhere else and let Jane fight her own battles. You’re boring the crap out of us too. Find a new hobby.
@Aja – The GWTW analogy is brilliant and spot-on. I <3 the regulars here!
What’s with these people? Can’t they even come up with more creative insults than “blistering sore on your cunt”, “cunt juices” and so on? Yet another one with a vaginal fixation. How sad and boring. Get your heads out of your assess and other people vaginas, girls. Sorry, I meant trolls.