The Fun Police were out in fucking force yesterday. Otherwise known as the admin team from a Facebook group called North Shore Mums.
Here is what went down.
I have been a member of that Facebook group since its inception, but grew tired of the mundane posts about Fiji, reasonably priced cleaners, lunchbox ideas and posts by people making their first fondant cake and fishing for compliments. Even the “popcorn” posts like circumcision, parking with prams and anti vax parents which would make for thrilling viewing would get deleted just before they got good. It just isn’t what it used to be. It now has the personality of a sock full of shit, and that’s being generous.
It’s become so ridiculous that mamamia and the Daily Mail have trolls and moles in there ready to pounce on the posts that create a bit of an uproar. It’s a click frenzy so they fucking love it.
Being someone that likes a good giggle I decided to post one of my Fuck You Friday rants on the page. Yes it was Wednesday, but why get bogged down in the detail. I’d done it before, and it got a lot of laughs which I enjoyed reading so I decided to do it again.
Now, being a savvy member (or so I fucking thought) I deleted all the swear words, cleaned it up a bit and did not link it to anything. It was mere text. I followed the rules.
Just as it started generating a lot of interest and cheering up some people’s day, the comments got deleted and then the whole fucking post disappeared. Where’s the fun in that!? One of the ninja admin were up to something, and I was not very fucking happy.
Fuck You Friday is a very new initiative. The blog and Facebook page are 6 days old! It’s important to note it’s just for shits n giggles. And it’s fun. I have been making people laugh since I was able to talk, and anyone who knows me personally will vouch for that very fact. The first time I posted Fuck You Friday on the North Shore Mums page it made me wonder if I should write this every Friday. “Start a blog!” they howled.
OK. So I wrote a blog. Thanks WordPress for making that a 5 min exercise. I even registered www.fuckyoufriday.com.au because I thought it was funny and was amazed it was even available. $20 later and I was a proper fucking legit website.
Then I waited.
After the new post disappeared I changed my Facebook name to Far Kew, ignoring the warning about it being stuck like that for 60 days. And then I started to stir some shit. But the ninja admin that clearly had it in for me deleted the posts before I could type up the next one. This was no fun at all!
It would be a free for all if I wanted to chat about the property bubble, share a recipe for vegetable slice or lament the rising cost of electricity. But because I fucking dared to have a little laugh they had to shut it down. How very fucking boring.
I can only assume they were threatened by my potential to retire once my Himalayan fart salt reaches eBay history for selling in the millions. Or perhaps they are worried they were looking stupid once a lot of the 16,500 members wondered where Far Kew and her funny posts went. Either way, they booted me out of the group and I’m not allowed to play anymore. Boo fucking hoo.
Well Fuck You North Shore Mums. Fuck your childish ways and fuck your inability to have a sense of humour. I’ll extend my middle finger to you today when I park horizontally across a few parents with prams spots and sit in a cafe childless while I plan my next trip to Fiji. To be circumcised.