Conversation with my friend who doesn’t want to be named because she’s afraid of critics and doesn’t know how to punch hard enough:
friend: I don’t understand why people are so upset by critics.
me: They’re probably just not used to it yet. You have to develop a layer of “I-have-no-shits-left-to-give-about-this-ness.”
friend: I think you just have to realize that there will always be critics. Haters gonna hate.
me: I prefer “Haters gonna get vagina-punched.”
friend: Seems kinda sexist. Not all haters have vaginas.
me: Obviously you’re not punching them hard enough.
friend: Oh. Ow. And awesome.
Clarification: I do not condone punching people in the junk whenever you’re criticized. Critics can be amazingly helpful and if you dismiss them out-of-hand you’re denying yourself the chance to improve. Unless the critics are just being complete dicks and they said something about your mother. Then you should junk-punch them. End Clarification.
And in other news, it’s Sunday, which means its time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- BE NICE (or I’ll stab you) pocket journal. Great for meetings with difficult coworkers.
- It’s a giant-ish sticker with a bear head on it. Now you can have Beartrum’s head on your wall too.
- Got a request for wedding cards. This one’s nice. This one’s better.
- I believe.
What you missed on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Dayna from Princess Burlap, who blogs to inspire (and sometimes offend). From Dayna: “Truth is, life can be sweet, salty, sour, bitter and umami, sometimes all at once and that shit is not delicious. But it’s life and it’s such a wild ride, isn’t it? Some days you’ll laugh with me, some days you’ll cry with me (trigger warning), but you’ll always get unbridled, unhinged and unfiltered me. That’s a promise. And a threat.” She’s lovely. Go visit her.