Winding down.

So it goes.

Internet, our time together is coming to a close. What started as an experiment on a cold January night has morphed into a most excellent and entertaining writing adventure: what would happen if you parsed a pathological narcissist (and later, her Handmaidens) and turned her mirror on her (and them)? Would she (or they) ever shut up and listen to objective criticism, or would she just dismiss it as haters on the internet?

I think we all have our answer. It did nothing whatsoever, and never will. As the Mediabistro piece made clear, her narcissistic personality disorder developed early, remained untreated for decades, and shows no signs of slowing down, particularly with her current posse of hangers on. While I know Our Lady of Introspection is unaware of her surroundings, I can see the shark overhead, fully extended, and, like most of you, I will watch it belly flop spectacularly from the sidelines. Jaws has headbands and really bad extensions.

It is like I am Morgan Spurlock, and all I want, at this point, is a free range, organic chicken. Too many additives are unhealthy, and reading Our Lady and her homecoming court is like eating at a mall food court every night. In every sense of the analogy.

I am utterly bored with my subject(s), and for these girls? Boring, irrelevant and banal is the death knell. In internet years, I am middle-aged at nearly three months old — as are they.
As this experiment comes to a close, I will try to answer your emails and questions, even from the almost dozen haters (out of hundreds of emails). Parsing baugher, if you will. I have plenty queued up on the tipline, but you are welcome to submit your query. Always held in confidence and no personal details will be revealed.

3 years ago