Goodbye Dooce
by Scott Hardie on June 27, 2007
Dooce.com has given me a lot of laughs over the years, and it's one of the few weblogs I have made a point to visit every day. But lately I just can't get past how much Heather bashes her husband, and with increasing viciousness. Today's post was the last straw. (I'm intentionally not linking.)
There's clearly a lot of anger being sublimated into the blog, because she can't seem to make any casual mention of the man without a cutting remark. Even the recent post about Father's Day, which contains the only nice thing she's said about him for months, was undercut with nastiness. Go back and read old posts from happier times in their marriage; she pays him emphatic compliments, and when she does joke at his expense you can tell it's affectionate kidding.
I have little taste for women who emasculate their men with jokes (ask the last woman who made fun of me), and when the jokes pass for veiled hostility as they do here, I definitely want no part of them. I don't want to give up on one more blog, but I can't go on reading.
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Lori Lancaster | June 27, 2007
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Anna Gregoline | June 29, 2007
I'm kind of rolling my eyes at her cancer growths. She's had to have several moles removed. No other therapy mentioned, that I've seen. While not the most fun thing (I did it this year), it's not as dramatic as she makes it out to be.
Am I too harsh? I don't know. When you put your life on the internet as a spectacle to make money, I start to feel like I am allowed to be a bit judgmental.
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Anna Gregoline | June 27, 2007
I know what you mean. She seems like she needs a meds adjustment, or perhaps a different line of therapy because everything is a complaint, there seems to be no joy at all.
I dislike her for a multitude of reasons, but I used to enjoy her blog - not so much these days.