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::Don't Date Him Girl...He's burning... TMI??!!:::


Soooo I'm sitting here, regular Wednesday night...eating some whole wheat pasta (yes its gross but see previous blog about my ever growing muffin top lol) having a nice glass of red wine...when I decide to take a look at dontdatehimgirl.com

I've known about this website for a while...there was some buzz about it a few years ago. Lots of lawsuits and angry men...but in the end the freedom of speech prevailed and this website remains.
So I took a gander on the site...just to see if I recognized anyone...just out of boredom...and GOTTTTT DAYUMMMMM. These broads are out of line.

Or are they?

First of all PRAISE JESUS I've never dated any of these men. And trust me, I have dated MORE than a few men that deserve to be listed on this site. But I believe in getting revenge the old fashion way. You know. Busted windows. Bleached clothes. The normal shit (i kid i kid) LOL. But really though. There comes a point in every woman's life, where you have to take responsibility for yourself.
Yes this man is an asshole. Yes he has done some horrible shit. But does the WHOLE WORLD need to know about it? For instance, for the girl who got "burned" by Q Deezy. Now everyone knows that you too, are burnin boo. I mean, I know it sucks. I know it's painful...but Jesus, Mary and Joseph. This is taking your personal life and throwing it LITERALLY all over the world. WWW. World wide web. This aint just bitchin to your girls @ Fridays.

So I read about Brian Westbrook. And this kid Terrence that I actually had a crush on in 8th grade gym class. ANd about 50 other people I've seen around town. I'm sure there were more,but damn there were over 600 entries in Philadelphia alone.
These girls uploaded pictures. Gave out myspace pages. Gave out phone numbers. Their kids names. Addresses. I actually started to feel kinda bad for some of the losers.
And what if this was all just some jealous baby momma ranting? You have ruined a man's whole reputation for your own personal sense of "revenge." I just have to disagree. I can not,I repeat can not co-sign.

It was just insane.

So real talk. Women of Philadelphia. Relax. Shit happens. Men are dogs. Etc Etc etc. But truly, this is stooping below any level of personal decency.
(and this is coming from a woman who has stooped to some pretty loooow places in my 28 yers lol)

But am I wrong? I mean...maybe if I had found out about some of those aforementioned bad choices BEFORE i got involved. What if I'd had a resource like this to warn me?
Would it have helped? Is it fair to publicly humiliate someone, who personally humiliated you?

I'm torn.

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