So I have an angry blog stalker.
This is my first and I know this would probably mark some kind of milestone of success in the blogging world. But my blog stalker should have this profile: Young Brazilian anarchist blaming international powers for their own social and economic struggles… or something to that effect, in which case my random observations about Brazilian & American cultures would send him/her spinning into a furious pile of political poetry. I get that.
My stalker isn’t Brazilian. She (I’m guessing from her email address, which includes her name – and she doesn’t seem bright enough to use a pseudonym) isn’t even in Brazil, though she does struggle a bit with the English language. This blog stalker has a beef with me about my last job.
My stalker insists on debating with me about why I left my career (why is it so difficult for people in the financial services industry to comprehend that I would leave because I wanted to be with my child – especially the women), what my career objectives were, and what motivations my daily decisions were based on.
At first I was nice to Crazy. I kind of felt sorry for this lunatic that had gotten herself so upset over something she perceived I might have done and has been carrying it around for the past few years. I mean, she put some effort into hunting me down from who knows where and harassing me on my anonymous blog (a blog about me & Brazil). That’s a lot of clicks. So I acknowledged her anger, suggested that she consider therapy and wished her well. But cray-cray didn’t go away. She kept it coming.
Listen, I don’t need this. So I blocked her.
Now I’m officially calling out to all the Brazilian and Brazil-curious stalkers to take a real stab at me!! Give me something to chew on! Let’s debate some serious issues, like is Brazil still a third-world-country because sometimes the post office runs out of stamps? Are Brazilians really passive-aggressive? Do Americans only sit around Sao Paulo complaining about the price of items when they should be enjoying some of the many free cultural activities? Should I be less critical of the women and producers of “Mulheres Ricas“? Are the European expats so much more culturally accepting than the Americans? Is it really such a big deal that the cheddar cheese tastes like plastic here? How is my punctuation and sentence structure? Let’s do it.
But don’t bore me with stuff I don’t remember from a world I escaped years ago. Yawn.
Bring it on Brazilians!!