Oracle of Dating contacted me asking to do a guest post—in other words, to get some exposure through my blog. I sent her one of your questions and here’s her response. Could she have been more offensive? I wouldn’t have even posted it, but I promised her that I would, and I always keep my word.
What’s with the Oracle of Dating anyway? This girl (if she is, in fact, a teenage girl like she claims) actually charges for her advice. I would never charge for giving advice—I don’t think it’s right. And trust me, this girl’s advice is NOT worth paying for. If you think her response on this question is bad, you can see worse on her website. But I’ll save you the bother by telling you what’s there: crapola. It’s like she thinks teens have nothing better to do than constantly think about dating. Like there aren’t bigger problems in the world than getting a date! And letme tell you, there’s no issue this girl won’t write about, no matter how frivolous. She’s blogged on how to flirt, for God’s sake. Anyway, take a look at this Q & A and let me know what you think.
The computer room spins around me. I’ve been set up! Brandy must have hated my website from the beginning and relished this opportunity to bash it. She gave me a controversial question that she knew would get me in hot water.
And for her to say she posted it only because she promised me—that’s ridiculous! Anyone would prefer not to have their blog posted than have it insulted publicly. This girl is such a phony.
I don’t think blogging about flirting is frivolous. Some people really need the help. And I’m not claiming there aren’t more important issues in the world than the ones I deal with, but most teens are into dating or want to be. Who does she think she is anyway?
Obviously I didn’t do enough research before contacting her. I go to the archives on teenmoi, skimming over some of her older posts, and there I see all the red flags I’d missed. Snarkiness, apparently, is Brandy’s strong suit. The snarkier the post, the more comments she gets. How could I have not seen this before? I’d noticed that she bashed some celebrities, but it never occurred to me that she’d turn her venom on a guest blogger. I was so wrong.
No responses have been posted yet. I can only hope her readers will see things differently.
For Ryan, the most offensive part of working at Eddie’s is being forced to wear the blue polyester shirt. No matter what pants you wear with it, no matter how you roll up the sleeves or accessorize, you can never look anything but lame.
But in one heart-stopping moment a few weeks ago, itall changed. He spotted Kate, a brand-new employee, who walked in with the shirt on, ironed to perfection over a white collared shirt. And he fell madly in love with her. At least, I think he did. Ryan rarely admits to crushing on anyone, but I can see it from the way his cheeks change color when he talks to her, not to mention the way he stares in her direction. He probably thinks Kate is out of his league, though, and he may be right. She’s three years older than him and a student at the Fashion Institute. With silky straight blond hair, perfectly arched brows and flawless makeup, she is Ryan’s ideal girl.
I’ve tried to ease Ryan into talking about his crush, but without success. Maybe he’s got the right attitude. If you tell your friends about your crush, they’ll encourage you to ask the person out, and you’ll run the risk of rejection. I used to be all about self-preservation myself, before the days of Jared.
Tonight Ryan is gawking at Kate as usual. When he and I go on break, I casually say, “Kate’s got great hair, hasn’t she?” He nods, as if to say, does she ever .
I really wish I could tell him what’s going on with my website, but of course I can’t do that. When I got home from school, I didn’t check teenmoi’s site, figuring there’d only be a couple of comments. I won’t know until
What’s with the Oracle of Dating anyway? This girl (if she is, in fact, a teenage girl like she claims) actually charges for her advice. I would never charge for giving advice—I don’t think it’s right. And trust me, this girl’s advice is NOT worth paying for. If you think her response on this question is bad, you can see worse on her website. But I’ll save you the bother by telling you what’s there: crapola. It’s like she thinks teens have nothing better to do than constantly think about dating. Like there aren’t bigger problems in the world than getting a date! And letme tell you, there’s no issue this girl won’t write about, no matter how frivolous. She’s blogged on how to flirt, for God’s sake. Anyway, take a look at this Q & A and let me know what you think.
The computer room spins around me. I’ve been set up! Brandy must have hated my website from the beginning and relished this opportunity to bash it. She gave me a controversial question that she knew would get me in hot water.
And for her to say she posted it only because she promised me—that’s ridiculous! Anyone would prefer not to have their blog posted than have it insulted publicly. This girl is such a phony.
I don’t think blogging about flirting is frivolous. Some people really need the help. And I’m not claiming there aren’t more important issues in the world than the ones I deal with, but most teens are into dating or want to be. Who does she think she is anyway?
Obviously I didn’t do enough research before contacting her. I go to the archives on teenmoi, skimming over some of her older posts, and there I see all the red flags I’d missed. Snarkiness, apparently, is Brandy’s strong suit. The snarkier the post, the more comments she gets. How could I have not seen this before? I’d noticed that she bashed some celebrities, but it never occurred to me that she’d turn her venom on a guest blogger. I was so wrong.
No responses have been posted yet. I can only hope her readers will see things differently.
For Ryan, the most offensive part of working at Eddie’s is being forced to wear the blue polyester shirt. No matter what pants you wear with it, no matter how you roll up the sleeves or accessorize, you can never look anything but lame.
But in one heart-stopping moment a few weeks ago, itall changed. He spotted Kate, a brand-new employee, who walked in with the shirt on, ironed to perfection over a white collared shirt. And he fell madly in love with her. At least, I think he did. Ryan rarely admits to crushing on anyone, but I can see it from the way his cheeks change color when he talks to her, not to mention the way he stares in her direction. He probably thinks Kate is out of his league, though, and he may be right. She’s three years older than him and a student at the Fashion Institute. With silky straight blond hair, perfectly arched brows and flawless makeup, she is Ryan’s ideal girl.
I’ve tried to ease Ryan into talking about his crush, but without success. Maybe he’s got the right attitude. If you tell your friends about your crush, they’ll encourage you to ask the person out, and you’ll run the risk of rejection. I used to be all about self-preservation myself, before the days of Jared.
Tonight Ryan is gawking at Kate as usual. When he and I go on break, I casually say, “Kate’s got great hair, hasn’t she?” He nods, as if to say, does she ever .
I really wish I could tell him what’s going on with my website, but of course I can’t do that. When I got home from school, I didn’t check teenmoi’s site, figuring there’d only be a couple of comments. I won’t know until
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