Monthly Archives: September 2014
After some back and forth with commenters in which she tried to assure people it was fine and not at all a violation of patient privacy to post their names and test results to the internet because she made it sort of blurry now you guys, Clare eventually buhleted the photo.
This isn’t the first time Clarebear has used other humans for content – it was this side of six months ago when Nannygate occurred. Maybe she should stick to posting sweaty selfies and nutbutter blob pics.
I’m back! Though I never truly went anywhere. I’m still right here. And so are they. Kieran is now 9, Cullen is 8, Maisie is 6, Stellan is 5 and baby Lachlan is 4. Time flies when you’re not blogging. And I’m sure it will still fly now that I am again!
It looks like her new blog will focus on Africa and Xyngular, with a bunch of kidsploitation thrown in as heartstring tugging filler.
Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe she’ll put up some ads, make some money, and start paying back all those creditors…oh come on guys, let me be optimistic for five seconds!
Day 20 of Curtaingate, the blog walk out that has silenced Young House Love, looms as the Petersiks remain unresponsive to almost all attempts at contact. Nearly 5,000 fawning comments now cover their adios post; there have been no replies to the pleas of “please come back”.
The only replies they seem to be bothering with are in response to Legitimate Media Outlets begging them for comment – and the answer is always Sherry declining to discuss the situation. Both the Washington Post and the New York Times got a big ole “I don’t feel the need to explain my art to you Warren” response when they emailed asking what exactly is going on. According to the Washington Post the “e-mail address provided on their Web site gets you an immediate blanket reply (labeled “canned.response” ) that provides links to old posts” though they went on to add:
Sherry Petersik did e-mail me back yesterday: “So sorry, we aren’t commenting to the media right now. We hope you can respect that decision and wish you all the best.”
I contacted Artisan Books, the publisher of their 2012 book “Young House Love: 243 Ways to Paint, Craft, Update & Show Your Home Some Love” to see whether someone might help me talk to the Petersiks.
The answer was no.
Sherry apparently responded to the NYT with a simple no comment, and added “we really would like to clear our heads and refocus”. There are at least 10 more days before the “month” of possible break time is over and the internet can perhaps find out what the Petersiks intend to do going forward – or if they even intend to go forward at all.
And by “man portions” she means a piece of toast, three cherry tomatoes, a pinch of sprouts, two slices of avocado, a blob of nut butter, and four pieces of feta. Seems legit.
Karl Heitman, father of a princess, is tired of getting the “stink eye” when he tells people his daughter will not be going to college. Asking whether it is “wise to expect young women to go to a university and pursue a career”, Karl tries to explain why his girl child will not be needing higher education.
Let’s face it; feminism has so influenced American culture that it has infiltrated the Christian culture just as much in more subtle ways. The average Christian woman is not trained from the home, nor encouraged, to find a husband as an alternative to going to college and starting a career. This is sad and unbiblical.
Karl says he is not opposed to his daughter pursuing a “higher Christian (emphasis on Christian) education” as long as her motive is not “so that she can be independent of a man”. He continues by admitting it can be a grey area if a woman winds up with a husband who is unable to work; but rather than see a woman in the workforce, he suggests some kind of vague community aid to support the family.
He concludes this bizarre post by saying women are not supposed to “leave home at a young, vulnerable age, get a formal education, get a reputable job, and then have a family when she feels like it”, which apparently is his justification for encouraging his daughter to remain dependent on others for the whole of her life. I guess he expects her to bank on good fortune, and should that fail, on the charity of others. Why you would not want your daughter to be able to fend for herself if need be is a mystery to me, but ok.
I had a meeting with the biggest publishing house on the planet who said, “We don’t get it.” I worked with an agent who eventually said, “It’s not a good time to sell this.” I kicked my own ass about it for years before realising that everything else in life I did on my own. This would simply be another one of those things.
Saying “I simply decided to self-publish” and claiming to have already “sold over 100,000 copies of Love & Sequins as an e-book”, she attempted to spin being declined by publishers as her choice, because self-love and vision.
The days of waiting for a publisher, an agent, a record label, or a talent scout to pluck you out of obscurity are over. No more waiting…Maybe that literary agent didn’t share my vision, and perhaps it wasn’t the right time to work with that publisher. But I have enough vision for both of them combined…
Ok, I understand self-publishing is the new literary frontier and there’s tons of legit writers doing it to avoid all the publishing industry bs. But let’s get real – her justifications are just the usual Gala arm flapping to distract you from the fact that publishers and agents want nothing to do with her “radical navel gazing” crap.
She knew she’d be getting questions about who the publisher was and fawngirls wanting posts about the process, and she’s nipping that ish in the bud. Which is fine; it’s great that she’s not attempting to fool anyone into thinking she got a book deal. But she also isn’t self-publishing strictly because she’s so visionary and powerful. If you read between the lines you can tell she’s also self-publishing because to the publishing world, “Love & Sequins” isn’t worth the space it takes up on a hard drive and no legitimate literary agent wants to touch it with a 50 foot pole.
But I guess admitting that doesn’t sound as inspiring as a bunch of “believe in yourself” rainbow gun tripe. Whatever. The pink glitter money grab train rolls on.
When the girls found out, they both cried the sweetest, happiest tears. My boys kept thanking me, and I knew this baby was coming to a wonderful family where his/her siblings will adore him/her.
She went on to say something about prayers because pregnancy is hard, but she knows she can do it, presumably because #soblessed.