Woman of Evil

Posted to the public on my Facebook page —

Facebook: Meliora J. Volens — on 07SEP21:

I was informed that the title of my personal website, Woman of Evil, was “somewhat offensive” and that person just hasn’t gotten around to clicking on the url link and looking at it yet. But maybe that person will get to it soon simply because I spoke about it in a room full of people at a meeting that was broadcast live on Zoom last Sunday.

Presumably, I was to infer from that statement that I was being inconsiderate of that person and I should change the title of my creation to something more palatable to “everyone” or the “public.” And then I would be more acceptable to society, I suppose.

A few days before this, a downstairs neighbor and neighbor spouse came all the way up to my door to raise their voice (the spouse remained calm) at me and tell me they were tired of cleaning up my birdseed and to “fix” the problem or they would be forced to tell the management of our apartments.

They are on the second floor while I’m on the top floor and it just didn’t occur to me that my birdseed feeder tray zip tied onto the balcony railing would be such an issue but, sure, I’ll be glad to fix that for you. Since you asked so nicely.

In both cases those people seemed to presume I’m deliberately seeking to offend them and they all took things far more personally than necessary.

Birds are messy eaters and my understanding of the laws of physics led me to believe that the seed would simply fall straight down if it wasn’t kicked out of the tray to land in an outward arch on the ground below.

So, perhaps the wind blew it inward just at the second floor balcony and caused some disorder, I can accept that, but why the raised voices and hostility right off the bat first communication?

Why feel offended by the title of my creation without even a curiosity to learn why I might call myself something like that?

I believe that person when I was told that “they” had not investigated my site because my WordPress stats show that only 167 unique *computers* (or ISPs) have accessed it to even view the home page… in the past 365 days.

Two people viewed my WoE site yesterday and I know for a fact one was my father. Who knows, maybe the other person got around to it after all.

To be very clear, you may take this post personally. I’m speaking to every single contact I have on Facebook directly here.

You are not “conflicted” by the word “evil.” Evil is evil and, so far, each and every person I’ve ever had the pleasure of discussing evil things in our world have been very detailed in their perceptions of what is “real” evil. We are, all of us, very clear on that topic.

*If* you have a problem with the title of my personal online journal it would not be with the word Woman or the word Evil. The objection is with my use of the word “of.”

However, if you’ve *never* seen my site, why the hell are you offended by my use of *any* damn words in our language? Who am I to you?

Don’t even bother reading my site now. I only publish it as a vanity.

Out of 167 unique hits to my site, I got zero Likes. And zero comments. And zero feedback. And zero emails/contact.

Except my father who gives me constructive, consensual criticism and some well deserved acknowledgment.

I do *not* consent for anyone to get in my face and threaten me for being human and simply not thinking of them personally ahead of myself and my own needs.

It is absolutely *destructive* criticism to tell me that one single word I’ve said put you off from getting to know me better. What kind of loving kindness to me is *that?* To me, that’s literally taking one look at me and dismissing me with a slap in the face.

It is manipulative in the worst way to suggest to me that your feelings are somehow hurt by one word that I wrote then imply that you would change your mind and give me the approval and acknowledgment that I seek if I changed my selfish, evil ways and renamed my site.

Well. Sucks to be you, I guess.

I repeat: WoE is *my* vanity.

I write for myself.

And I *publish* for my father.

That simple. Who the hell are you?

I am Woman **OF** Evil and I call myself the Bitch Mother of the Universe for a fucking reason.

NOW.. you have reason to reject me. Make my day.