So, apparently there is this thing called “Mommyblogging”, which is mommies, blogging.
14% of all American mothers with at least one child in their household blog about parenting or turn to blogs for advice, according to a recent study by Scarborough Research. About 3.9 million moms in the United States identify as bloggers, but just 500 of them are considered to be influential among other mothers.
The average mommy blogger is 37 years old and 89% of mommy bloggers have kids between the ages of 2 and 11. They’re also socially conscious and are 85% more likely to have supported a politician based on an environmental issue, 88% more likely to buy eco-friendly products and 38% more likely to volunteer than the average mom.
Hmm. Interesting. I think that definition is a little broad, though, because I hit a lot of those demographic criteria, but I don’t think I would be classed as a “mommyblogger”. Shockingly few mommybloggers self-identify as judgy bitches, although I’m guessing a shit ton qualify as both!
One of the biggest mommyblog sites out there is Babble.com, and it’s not just big, it’s DISNEY big. Yes, Babble is owned by Disney and mommybloggers who get picked up by that site can start shopping on-line bigtime. Ca-ching!
In order to find the bloggers who will get Disney the clicks it needs to generate income, Disney holds a convention where mommybloggers can pitch their sites. All good and well. Get out there and whore your wares, ladies! Show ‘em what you got!
Not surprisingly, Disney sends PR reps to these events to evaluate what the whores mommybloggers have to offer. And some of those PR reps are men.
A bunch of publicity seeking internet famewhores + male PR reps + Disney! = predictable shitstorm.
This is Marshall Weinbaum:
Despite working for a film studio, he had dreadful taste in films. Apparently he thinks this one is funny:
Sadly, he is not alone. Mr. JB needs a box of tissues at hand when he watches this one, as he will routinely laugh until he weeps. And he’s seen it about a thousand times. And he still ends up on the floor clutching his stomach and howling. Yes, he’s retard. And yes, I have watched Persuasion about a thousand times and I end up sobbing each and every time but that’s different dammit!
Persuasion is literature. National Lampoon is idiocy.
So Marshall, who apparently had a soft spot for idiocy decided to pose for the following picture, which he then placed in a national newspaper loaded onto his personal Facebook page. Cue the feminist outrage!
Here is Liz Henry, getting her panties all in giant knot!
Let’s give Marshall the benefit of the doubt for a milisecond [sic]. Maybe he uploaded the picture above to his personal Facebook page in jest. Maybe he was trying to be an ol’ fuddy duddy with the women he knows DAMN RIGHT WELL look to him as the gatekeeper to one of the largest brands — if not the largest — in the world. Maybe they’re all good friends and it was a raucous good time and OMG what will his mom think when he sends the picture over to her with four women at the ready and on their knees?
Because even if he was sending this picture to his mom, the sexual overtones and dominance over women are there and I would, if I was his mother, throw a shit fit and question why I raised a boy that turned into a raging sexist man who needs a gigantic clue.
Okay, let’s start with this little tidbit of information: those ladies are Marshall’s FRIENDS, not some clueless whores trying to suck his dick for a Disney gig.
These four amazing women are some of my best friends who I have known for years and I have tremendous respect for them and the work that mom (and dad) bloggers do. We were just having fun inside a wax museum after an event yesterday taking funny photos and I wanted to spoof Chevy Chase from the ‘National Lampoon’s Vacation’ poster.
And then let’s consider this next little bit of information: Marshall didn’t put the captions on the photo, LIZ HENRY DID.
And naturally Jezebel has to leap into the fray supporting Liz, and calling Marshall a sexist pig.
Why do the ladies think this is sexist? Because Marshall’s sense of fun implies that the only mommybloggers who are gonna be getting some are the ones who get on their knees for the male PR rep from Disney.
You know what is REALLY sexist about this whole debacle?
That once again, ugly fucking cunts like Liz think they have the absolute right to determine what is funny, what is acceptable, what constitutes appropriate behavior, how men are allowed to think, act, feel and even WHAT THEY ARE ALLOWED TO POST FOR THEIR MOTHER’S ENJOYMENT ON FACEBOOK.
The only words running through my mind right now are FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF.
National Lampoon, and any movie starring Chevy Chase for that matter, amounts to sheer slobbering stupidity TO ME. Somehow, by some miracle of fate, some mysterious turn of the universe, I am capable of understanding that NOT EVERYONE LIKES WHAT I LIKE.
Who in the hell ARE these women who think they can waltz through life dictating to everyone else what they are allowed and not allowed to like? Where in the name of Christ Almighty did they get this authority? A guy goofs off with a couple of his friends and posts a picture for his mom on Facebook and suddenly a pack of rabid witches tries to destroy his career and his reputation? This makes me so angry.
Oh now wait a second. Let’s do a quick search for Liz Henry and Disney. Oh look! Liz Henry has NEVER HAD A SINGLE THING PUBLISHED ON BABBLE.
Well, well, well.
Sour fucking grapes much, Liz?
The infuriating thing here is not that Liz is a vindictive bitch who took a picture off someone’s Facebook page, captioned it to look ridiculous and then went after his career, it’s that she got SUPPORT FROM FEMINIST websites to do so. I hope Marshall blacklists those bitches from every site and conference Disney ever holds for the rest of time.
And by the way, retards, he’s GAY! If you’re looking to suck some Marshall dick for a few Disney benefits, only Daddy bloggers need apply.
So suck it, bitches. Or rather, don’t. You’re not his cup of tea.
Lots of love,