The steamed vagina set were up in arms this weekend! They were none too impressed to be called out on the cobwebs and general unrest in the region of their fan-wah’s. My inbox has been pinging with the sounds of the disgruntled few that just don’t get the mission of Fuck You Friday.
To be fair, it’s not their fault. Far Kew isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. I get it, I expect it.
But there a few things I cannot wrap my bountiful brains around.
- That someone could click on a blog called Fuck You Friday and be offended at the swearing. Fuck a duck. Really?
- Some people cannot distinguish between satire and real life. I’m clearly more talented than I thought.
- People think Far Kew is real and is a straight up asshole with a vendetta. Far Kew is an alter ego. I am rude, bitchy, egocentric, hypocritical and judgemental. There is a little piece of Far Kew in all of us and you’d be lying if you said otherwise.
So, let’s set the record straight here for the haters.
YOU have a choice to read this or not. If you don’t like the swearing, look away.
YOU have a problem. Not me. I’m just writing things I find funny and sharing it. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, then look away! And perhaps look in a mirror to discover why it made you so angry.
YOU are attacking one individual with a keyboard. An actual person writing as a made up person. For humorously bashing a fictitious stereotype of a steamed vagina. See how ridiculous this sounds? Only you know the reason you did that. Look away!
If you find yourself unable to stop writing your mean message that you’ve proof read a thousand times to see if it stands up to the potential smack down of Far Kew, think again. Or don’t think again. The choice is yours.
Just own the truth of why you’re doing it. And the possibility that you are a dick.
Love, Far Kew xx