**Jill Scott "Hate On Me" horns blaring**
The nursery at Hater General Hospital was jumping yesterday as even more haters were born, some of which I will address here today. I'm glad that yesterday's blog post touched so many of you, some like a warm caress across shoulders tired from the undue stress that haters can bring and others a smack in the ass welcoming you as yet another hater to my world.
The underlying theme to this post is that "a guilty conscience has no accuser." Yet, another wise old saying that I have adopted as an "Adam-ism." My post yesterday I felt was pretty general. It seems as though people took it upon themselves to call themselves haters. Some people seemed to have such a problem with my post about haters. Dost thou protest too much?
Let's start with Mr. Anthony Anderson. I really didn't want to go so deeply into this whole thing so soon but you've left me no choice. I actually taped a segment with Nathan that's scheduled to air in a few weeks clearing this whole thing up and it's still gonna air, just for kicks, but your comments have forced me to address this today.
Oh, Mr Anderson you're so vain, you thought my whole blog post was about you. Actually it wasn't, it was pretty general with only a clause or two directed at you. But upon reading yesterday's blog post your guilt ate at you so much that you were the first to respond to it, less than one hour after it was posted forty-five minutes to be exact. You go off into this whole tangent about having an interview you did with me not being put in your alleged magazine and how you went and announced that on Da Doo-Dirty Radio Show, which is actually the first I'd heard of this news (as you never contacted me regarding printing that interview and instead chose to clog my MySpace mailbox for more personal reasons *wink, wink*). Then you went on to profusely apologize for going about things the way you did. And yes you were wrong, not just wrong, but unprofessional, triflin', and tired. But even that was just a smoke screen. Note, the word "magazine" appeared nowhere in yesterday's blog post.
Now you know good and damn well that the magazine thing not the reason I'm upset with you. You don't have to put me in your alleged magazine. That's your alleged magazine, you play with it however you like. I'd be humanly impossible for a person to care less than I do about being in your alleged magazine, especially one that I'd never heard of prior to meeting you and one that I still have yet to see. You didn't even have a copy to show me and DJ when you met us (problems at the printer's perhaps?). You told me yourself that you ran a "straight" magazine at which I asked you why you'd even want to do an interview with my unabashedly gay black ass who writes about gay sex for a quote-unquote "straight" alleged magazine?
When you met me you told me that you were an admirer of my work so much so that you went on to pull quotes straight from my blog during our conversation at Westway Diner that night. DJ, host of Da Doo-Dirty Radio Show was there as well, he was the one you really came to interview. You just decided to throw me in after we met (how convenient?) Rodney you remember? You were there, you even wrote a blog post about it. So you knew exactly who I was and what I was about, so don't hand me that shit about advertisers either. Aren't you the CEO of this phantom publication? You know exactly who your alleged advertisers are and what they expect. You knew good and well that your "interview" was for nobody's magazine. It was a tired segue into asking me out on a date and you did in the middle of the so-called interview. "Would you like to go out on a date with me? is not a proper interview question. And I very nicely declined, attempting to change the subject and avoid your advances, trying to keep things on a business level. But you just couldn't take the hint could you. You went on to pursue me via MySpace (and I have the messages to prove it, screenshots anyone?) and I kept avoiding the advances. I even sent you a message regarding the interview which I never even expected to be in your alleged magazine but you never had anything to say about that. Whatever.
What made me upset with you was the fact that out of what must have been out of your anger at being rejected by me that you would go on Da Doo-Dirty Radio Show and make comments about me regarding "body counts" and things when clearly none of that was discussed when you were tryna get with me. It's so funny how after you turn somebody down you all of a sudden become a ho. I never gave a fuck about your magazine, it was never that serious! What I wanna know is why was any of that on the radio necessary? What have I ever done to you? Why else would you have done what you did except for the fact that I wouldn't date you? And then throwing the whole magazine thing in there just for spite, I mean really? Why else did you deem it necessary to announce to the world, on the radio show of a man who I consider like a big brother to me, that I wouldn't appear in your alleged magazine, totally unbeknownst to me, like I wasn't gon' find out and light fire under that ass. You interviewed me in November for the so-called holiday issue. After a while with no correspondence I knew that that wasn't gonna come to fruition and what the interview was really all about. I mean, what holiday you celebrating, Groundhog Day? Face it. You were wrong, you were bitter and you were tired and I don't know what in the hell got into you but you played yourself. Case closed.
Remember what I said yesterday about the haters:
"You're gonna have
so many things to hate on me for this year that there won't be enough
hours in the day. You're gonna have to hire assistant haters to help
you keep tabs on hating on me."
Well, the peripheral hate has started already. Mr Anderson must have put wanted ads up on Monster and CareerBuilder real quick last night because he's already got his first assistant. Someone by the name of "Clientel" left a long, draining-ass comment, defending Mr. Anderson rather passionately. You can read the full comment attached to yesterday's post. Here I'm just gonna pick select quotes from it. I'll be gentle with Clientel, given her obvious ignorance of the full situation.
"Wow Adam, you really missed the mark."
Actually, no, you've missed the mark and I'm about to tell you why.
"Maybe you could look at the situation at [the alleged] Magazine as a chance to reflect on the image you want to portray. If some were offended by some of your postings it stands to reason that others may be also. If you intend have any kind of career that relies on the public you have to realize that the way you conduct yourself and the things you say carry consequences."
I'm fully aware of the image I portray and it's so-called "consequences" and I could give two green shits about who the fuck I offend. I am who I am and that's why you read my blog. I've said this numerous times before, I even wrote a blog post about it entitled "WHY I DO WHAT I DO/THE REASON BEHIND THIS BLOG...". I'm fully aware that some people are gonna be put off by things I say here and to them I say, DON"T FUCKIN' COME HERE! If you have a job, a magazine, a club, a whatever that thinks that I'm to racy to be a part of it then I don't wanna be a part of it.
Also, Clientel real magazines that people can touch and feel because they're printed regularly like "People", "Us", "Vibe", "Clik" even,
have these things called research departments where people are paid to
find out about prospective interviewees before the first sentence of an
interview is even uttered. If I was so racy I should have never gotten an interview in the first place. And what do you think he interviewed me about, terra-cotta gardening? He obviously had to have read my blog before doing an interview, DUH! Anyway, Mr. Anderson, frequents my blog and knew exactly what I was about and who I was before he met me. He had already left comments here and he was a MySpace friend of mine. I didn't ask him to interview me, he asked me. The nitty gritty is that that lady was just mad at me because I refused to give him a date. Period.
"All your little friends are leaving comments as if this Anderson cat is a hater trying to knock you off your throne."
That's right! And when you come to my throne be sure to kiss my emerald ring.
"I don't know you or this Anderson cat. I heard him on the Doo Dirty Show and I heard his comments about you and they didn't come across as hate but I've never met him you did so I really don't know."
Obviously. Well, now you do.
And then totally on some other shit another person by the name of Da'Quan comes:
"I'm confused"
Knowing is half the battle.
"Let's keep it real though, you are doing something that anybody can do. A blog is simple to create, nowadays it's comparable to creating an email address."
Yes, everyone can have a blog but not everyone is a blogger. A person with a blog can put any old shit on a web page and it will sit there infinitely and needlessly, ignored in the vast depths of cyberspace. But a blogger can post something as simple as my blog post yesterday and have people across the world reading and talking about it. So much so that even you had to take the time to comment.
"A book, let me guess, you are going to talk about being Gay and your struggles. Damn I gave you a whole synopsis of your book and you aren't finished writing it."
Actually no, that's not what my book is about, but nice try though and I'm so glad to see that you are keeping such close tabs on me as I didn't even mention anything about me writing a book in yesterday's blog post either. It's great to know you've been reading.
"I think you might call my comment HATING...and it's not. It's called an OPINION. It's like when you disagree with something somebody else is doing (which you are entitled to do) you are called a HATER."
Actually I don't think that overall your comment was hateful but the lines about my blogging being "something that anybody can do" and the book thing, those were reads. They were cute though and may have done damage to someone else, but if you wanna get me you'll have to come a little harder next time. So keep on coming, I know you will.
I'm starting to think that maybe "haters" is the wrong word to use for certain people "biggest fans" is sounding way more appropriate.
Deuces.
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Playing In The Background...
"Hate On Me"
by Jill Scott
from the album "The Real Thing: Words And Sounds Vol. 3"
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