I realized today that I am totally not interested in Pink Truth. I haven’t been back there in over a month (maybe two honestly), so today I swung by to see what was up. I thought I could rekindle my interest.
I was wrong.
I couldn’t believe that so many of the same people are still there! Baroness von SugarScrub, Suzy Q, Lazy Gardens… the list goes on and on. And what new and exciting thing do they have to talk about? NOTHING. It’s the same conversations as over a year ago. I can’t believe that they are still hung up about Mary Kay! I mean, I realize that there are always newbies to talk to, but wouldn’t even that get boring after awhile?
How many times can you rehash your old stories? Are they that easily amused?
I’m not really interested in Tracy’s other ventures either. She’s just the same too. The other day a friend of mine pointed out Tracy’s Amazon page. She was importing her Fraud Files blog onto her book’s Amazon page. Apparently, she couldn’t control who could comment on the Amazon page though, so a couple people had left comments that were not flattering. (It was an entry, since removed from her blog, about another contractor who didn’t call her back for an estimate. She posted his name and contact info and also admitted to threatening his wife with bad exposure on her blog.) Even though I could have easily commented, or written a post encouraging you guys to do so, I didn’t. I couldn’t summon the energy.
Of course, now this post has been removed from her blog. Oh, and she doesn’t import her blog to Amazon anymore. I guess because it’s much easier to make it look like you are a normal person than it is to actually be one.
So Tracy hasn’t changed either. PT is like a stagnant pool of filth the size of which grows and shrinks with the seasons. Since I’m pretty sure most of them don’t believe in evolution, I guess they will just stay like that forever. When I was about 13, Hurricane Andrew blew through my town. It brought with it a pink algae from Florida that infested our backyard pool. That is how I picture Pink Truth.
And like the winds of Hurricane Andrew, some of that pink algae blew to another blog. Predictably the unevolved algae became another pool of crazy pink stew.
So to the few (the very few) who still read this blog. Let us join hands and thank the Lord (or whoever your chosen deity is) that we as higher life forms have the capability to evolve and grow into something more complex. Personally, I aspire to be a ficus.