First time, way back, was for a day or two. Then a couple of 1-week blocks in close succession last year.
Last October I was handed a 30-day suspension for a comment on someone else’s post where she, the poster, didn’t mind the comment at all, but some stranger did.
Same thing this time, and another 30 days. The woman—a Facebook friend—whose post I commented on even messaged me to laugh about it. I had called a pussyboy—who was being a pussyboy—a pussyboy. And just like a pussyboy, he went and cried his eyes out to Facebook. Then he went and cried his eyes out to my FB friend, whereupon we both had a good laugh about it in Messenger.
Update: The altercation was over this video my friend shared:
A mother who dowses her daughter in acid because she looked at a boy, and the father was displeased (and then father tosses wife under the bus).
Anyway, pussy boy immediately began with the standard equivocations and meaningless distinctions, not bothering to ask a basic question: who keeps skin-melting acid in the house? /End Update
I’m beyond being in any way pissed about the situation. Highly amused, actually. Particularly since Facebook has been dripping with the word pussy for almost a week.
Anyway, guess I’ll have to kick up the blogging to keep the noggin engaged.
Any FB friend is welcome to pop a link to this post up on my wall, since I can’t.
Back in a jiffy, once I decide exactly how I might be blogging for the next month. I have an idea.