We've only recently begun keeping up with Alyssa Shelasky's Sex & Men blog on Glamour magazine's website, but we can say with confidence that in recent weeks Alyssa has been blogging more about herself, her sister, and her insecurities than sex and men.
Granted, maybe she's not getting any sex (or men!) and we feel for her because of it. After all, when we were in our late 20s, we broke 2 Hitachi Magic Wands within the space of 7 months during a particularly dry dating spell.
But back to the issue at hand: Alyssa's post today, Cheap Shots & Expensive Coffee (cute phrase!) goes into the issue of women being mean to women, specifically a nasty email that was accidentally sent to Alyssa ripping her "physically, professionally, emotionally, etc."
But did Alyssa's readers have any sympathy? Uh, no, particularly one "phoebemacintosh":
I guess when one is taught how to write at US Weekly, which is written at a second-grade reading level, one believes she can make up words, use them incorrectly, and ridicule the people who know what the words actually mean.
In can only speak for myself, but what bothers me so much is not that Alyssa has so many misspellings, a total disregard for grammar and so many misused words on her blog, but that she does all this while talking constantly about wanting to be — and, at least on some level, already being — a professional writer. Professional writers, by definition, know that words matter. They care about language, and how to use it to communicate ideas and feelings. Whenever I see Alyssa talk about being a professional writer, but then within a post a two misuse a word like "dilapidated" or "majority," it makes me think of a medical student complaining that surgery is yucky and the sight of blood makes her woozy.
And "semperfi" isn't much of a fan, either, although she should probably take some of her own advice regarding proofreading:
She talks about a career as if she is entitled to one that makes her happy but not required to do what needs to be done to accomlish it, in her case proofreading would be a great start. For someone who went to Columbia, she isn't doing her Alma mater any favors.
As always, when it comes to girl fights, we're of two minds: We love watching them but still wonder: what if us women took all our bitchy energy and directed it towards those who actually matter?