My last post of the year, titled Fuck You, 2010, elicited over one thousand comments, which can be read at the link. But I also received dozens of emails.
Here are some of the best messages:
Don’t you just love a a to-the-point, enthusiastic agreement?
2010 sucked hind tit.
Hardcore.
This one is funny/sad:
Good Fucking job my friend,
You expressed the feelings of millions & I am truly impressed by your thought process.
2010- My [mind] deteriorated with F. “Dementia” for which there is no cure.
God bless.
{Name Redacted}, PhD.
This one is epic in its scope and was hopefully cathartic for the woman who sent it:
fuck {name redacted}, furniture maker, {town redacted}, CA
He told me I was the missing piece of him
before he changed his mind.
He broke my heart.
He gave me an STD
He took $2000 from friends of mine in July for a bookcase
and spent all the money before buying the materials.
Not everyone felt the need to write, however. A message from an illustrator named Louisa Bertman contained an image from her “happy fucking holidays” series.
There was also a proposal:
well that rant prompts me to ask you to really loose it
go maverick
and be my fiance in 2011 and forever more
i am waiting for your coming to my senses
*waits*
I regret to inform you that I did not accept this offer.
And, lastly, I got one solitary email from a non-believer:
well it did have its good points too
Earlier: Fuck You, 2010
GET JEZEBEL RIGHT IN YOUR INBOX
Still here. Still without airbrushing. Still with teeth.
