Write to VA
Jul 13th, 2007
This page is for general feedback. Once again we`d like to note that this site is not made by Violent Acres owner (here`s an “about page“), but still we have received mail from people who try to contact VA. Violent Acres author knows about this website and probably (just hope for it) checks here from time to time. If you have something to say or want to contact her, here is your potential chance. Like a guestbook. But please! Please don`t post stuff like “V, I love you”, “V, you suck” or “Wow what a cool website” or “V, here`s my stinky opinion…”. Also, do not comment other people comments on this page! We`ll delete that useless stuff.
Here are some previos emails (contact admin, if you want your message to be removed):
May 21, 2007: Zane wrote:
I’m sure you’re a very busy woman, but I would really be grateful for some advice. You seem like the person who gives it to people straight with out any bull shit fluff-and-stuff and that’s very difficult to come by nowadays so I’m just going to ask you straight, Am I crazy? I’ve dated a girl for 3.5 years, but she has some anger issues. Mostly from her mother. She refuses to get help other than medication from her father (he’s a doctor). She is incredibly stubborn and refuses to admit she’s wrong about anything. And when proven wrong she turns icy and wicked. I think she needs a couch and some one neutral to talk to. Do you think will ever move on from her mothers controlling grip? Or will she be trapped until her mother passes on? You’ve dealt with worse first hand, do you have any advice.(Thanks for even glancing at this, even if you just call me a sissy)
And I’m sure this will go though an admin first, please pass this
along.
May 31, 2007: Josh Tropter wrote:
Hi V I was wondering from someone who would like to get into the purchasing of rental properties what state you live in or at least what state most of your ntals are in. I currently live in Southern California and there is a lack of properties that would turn a profit in my opinion. I was also wondering if it as possible to find out your general rule of thumb as to calculations for orfitaiblity. I love your blog and have been a pretty faithful reader for a few months now. Keep the articles coming.
July 12, 2007: Sarah wrote:
I read this story I found on my local Craigslist Rants and Raves… http://www.thedenverchannel
.com/news/13664351/detail.html ?cnn=yes I reminded me much of what V went through, and what could have happened. There is a special place in some sort of hell for people like that.
From your about page:
“Are you serious? Are you people that full of yourselves? Do you honestly think we’re changing lives here?”
I’ve been reading over your most popular posts … and I think you underestimate yourself. You claim there’s no ulterior motive, and I believe you, but that doesn’t mean your words haven’t had a positive impact.
I’d like to ask V whether her mother is still alive, and when last she had contact with her?
V, I’m gonna do a stupid REO Speedwagon quote, but it’s as true as true gets. “When I said that I loved you, I meant that I loved you forever…”
I know I can be lame. Forgive me. I’m not as young and stupid as I used to be. Well, according to some I may still be stupid. But ummmm… fuck ‘em. No idea. None. You know. I’m writing to you. Your blog kinda freaks me out, but… I don’t know what else to say right now. V… you are always on my mind. This forum can kiss my ass, but you, V, are a bright spot in my life, despite what you may think of me.
Love, Honesty, Respect, Sincerity & Simplicity,
26letteralphabet
Let the jeers begin.
To start with, I want to be up front with the fact that I go into this email without any desire for “something in return” - I’m not here for friendship or advice or blog links or money or even a reply, as I know full well that you don’t give them.
No, I’m basically here to say thanks to you for writing and being who you are.
Which is really an odd thing for me to thank you for - there’s no way we’d be friends, I’d imagine. I am probably the sort of person you’d rail on if I had a public blog, which is fine by me. I’m also a self-professed hypocrite, so watching you lambaste people who are a great deal like me can still be very entertaining for me, and it is in every case.
As such, I just spent the last 6 hours reading through something in the order of 12 pages of your blog, and I’ll be picking up the rest tomorrow. I’ve laughed, nearly cried, nodded along, balked, stared, and reread. At no point have I felt the need to admonish you or disagree with you or debate with you, but the more I read, the more I desperately want to just say that somewhere out there, there was a guy who loved what he read and was glad to know that so many other people read it.
What you write touches me, sure - my first long term relationship was with a child of an abusive home who came from a dad who wasn’t there and a mom who was crazy, and we all know far too many people who’ve come from bad situations, for better or worse. I’m engaged to a woman who wants to channel her energy and verve into a personal business rather than go along with the flow, and who has also been inundated by links to your blog tonight. I don’t say that in hopes of you encouraging her or patting my back for sticking with abused women or entrepreneurs, nor do I expect to turn your tales into instant gold as if they were some cheap, late night money-making scheme. But I do know that what you wrote inspired me to think in ways I hadn’t before, and hopefully, it can do the same for the people I send links to.
I can only hope that I get to continue reading your blog for many years to come, and that it can help those who need that specific brand of help. You don’t strike me as the sort who wants her ego stroked or needs validation, but I don’t know many people who hate compliments, and there’s always the chance that even the great Violent Acres isn’t as confident and self-assured as she seems on her site. So, here is my little email of thanks and support.
Well, little’s something of a stretch, but it could’ve been oh so much worse.
Keep up the great work so long as it works for you, and enjoy that anonymity of yours!
Randy
VA, I think you’re F’n carazy (in a good way of course), but it don’t matter what I think. Mmmm Hmmm.
That “carazy” was meant in the most respectful sense of the word, no doubt.
Dear anonymous blogger:
I’ve read every single word on your website. Twice. I would have read it a third time as to soak up any leftover text but I just licked the screen instead.
Your thoughts and statements have created such a cognitive dissonance within my life that I’m too shattered to go on. I must confess, I am no longer able to convince myself that I am making the right choices and therefore, from this day forward, will print out your blog postings as you write them and hand them over to my shrink because I’m obviously too tethered to run my own life.
Your writings speak to me in a way that no one else can. Except Amanda. She’s the girl I sort of knew in college and she sorts of acts like you so I’ve been sort of merging the two of you together to create the perfect ‘wife’ who will take care of me when I’m old and crippled. I’ve brought up the idea to her about wiping my ass while I’m bent forward, leaning over the toilet and coughing up my own blood last week during dinner but she just laughed. I’m wondering what that means.
God bless and I love you.
V,
I don’t mean to sound like a waste of flesh here, but as another woman how do you not stress about appearance so much? I get that you are serious about working out and such, which makes sense. Personally I know I don’t look half bad, but still seem to obsess. It’s an awful habit, which I would like to break.
Ideas?
Goddamn it V! It’s 8:30pm and you haven’t posted a damn thing today. What am I supposed to do for entertainment? Must I say it? DANCE MONKEY, DANCE!
Please contact me if you’re interested in having your work published in a nationally-distributed monthly magazine.
After reading for several hours VA’s numerous opinions, I have fallen in love with her brain.
It is a crying shame she’s married.
Anyhow I won’t tax your patience long, I suck at writing anything beyond absolute nessecity, lest I ramble for hours meaninglessly.
Actually I have no idea where to begin with how I feel about this writer’s work. I love her and hate her at the same time, she’s such a bitch and yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m rather jealous, I wish I was comfortable enough to be that way. I’m such a coward in comparison.
I guess it wouldn’t matter if she was single or no, she’d probably hate me anyway.
This site is an outlet of the most productive kind. When you can sit back and lash out at every walk of life in your pajamas (or birthday suit, whatever flogs your log) you begin to realize there IS a better way to let-it-all-out without becoming the ‘Ice Man’.
I just finished reading the Teenage Runaway story. I have some questions. Nothing earth shattering, and probably a gross invasion of privacy.
I know you don’t really care about the people who read your blog, and don’t really want anything to do with us. Probably for the very reason I’m leaving this message :-)
If you are bored at some point, please send an email. I’m not going to hold my breath, though it would be nice.
Oh, and I’m not some kind of psycho weird stalker type person. Which must be really reasuring because, you know, I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true :->
V, why am I so sad all the time and how come the medications don’t quite work the way they’re supposed to?
I stumbled upon this website through another and I’m addicted. I’m addicted to the lifestyle, to the stories. They are inspiring. We’re alike and I’m sure you wouldn’t think so, but we are. I definelty haven’t been though 1/2 the shit you have, but I’ve been through my own.
I’m inspired to start writing again. I haven’t in a while and will just write until I can’t write anymore. Maybe some random people will read it. Often in my writing I’m bad at a chronological timing as well. Everything will be scattered, but it’ll feel better. I’ve never been able to write in a journal or diary; instead I write in poetry and scripts and hope they get read some day.
The chances of you reading this are slim to none, but if you do (I feel like I’m writing to a celebrity), but if you do come find me.
You’re awesome.
Oh and I am a stalker.
Are you done blogging? Just wondering… I am anyway.
Hi VA,
I just finished reading all your posts and I have this feeling of complete and utter saddness for you and all the children like you that have had to go through the pain of abusive parents(myself included). When I hear that a child was beaten to death I become happy that at least they died and they don’t have to suffer anymore. I really don’t know what to do. I tried to sign up for Child Advocates so that I could make a little difference in this horrible world but reading through the cases of those abused children gave me nightmares that I couldn’t get past and in the end I just want to lock myself up in my house and live in my own little world so I don’t have to try and understand why people do this kind of shit to their kids.
Reading your blog makes me want to change my life becasue I am that stay at home mom that sits in front of the tv after my son is asleep and I am fighting depression. Only I blamed the depression on a change in horomones not the fact that all I am anymore is a walking cow. I just wish I knew where to start on making my life more meaningful. Maybe I will give the Child Adovates another go.
Thanks,
Diana
Dearest V,
From what I’ve read, you’ve never been the type to fuck around; so, I won’t either. I’ll go ahead and say it. You are floundering. Your post entitled “Battle At the Bus Stop” was, as far as I’m concerned, unreadable. I don’t think I need to go into the reasons for that because we both know why. Your prompt follow up post was a blush covered with your trademark war paint.
We could go on for hours about what a blog post is truly worth in a literary sense, but let’s leave that to the academics, shall we? Really what I am concerned with here are your aspirations. Perhaps in the “blogosphere” they would be considered “thinly veiled”, but to me they cut through your indignation like the cries of an angel. You want to be a writer, dearest V. A serious writer. Just like that guy from high school who most any glee club girl would blow in heart beat, you treat them with contempt so as to court them. And of course, yes, secretly you love them. You even write with a hint of the alpha male because you understand his power. You understand it so much that when you deviate from his voice you scamper into it for fear of embarrassment (see “Absolutely Pointless”). But I digress.
Suffice to say, you love these people you write about. Every single one of them. If you hate them so much, then why not just hide away in one of the exquisite properties that you own? No, you are fascinated enough with them to analyze their quirks and intentions but not quite feminine enough to gossip. So where does that put you? It makes you someone who is perpetually on the outside looking in, doesn’t it? Sounds like a writer to me, but just as the many who have come so close, you are one who can’t quite get their shit together.
You have their ears and you have the tools; so what are you missing? First and foremost, you are missing the balls that you strap onto your better posts. Have you ever seen the trucks on the interstate with the fake testicles dangling from the backside? Sure you have. Like said trucks the strap on testicles do wonders for the aesthetic you are trying to create, but they betray a lack of inner confidence. Imagine defeating this lack of confidence to publish the kind of writing you can be proud of. Imagine taking a writing class (a residential wiring class? wtf?). Imagine reading the great works of literature to gain a sense of how to properly use a metaphor.
It sounds like a lot of pretentious horse shit doesn’t it? But, dearest V, they listen to you and if you strove to write better, who knows? Maybe the people who read this site would strive to at least read better. You could raise the intellectual bar on the Internet and at this point, probabilistically speaking, some would be sure jump over it with you.
But don’t get me wrong. This is a lover letter after all. A picture of you in a bikini? Pictures of your utilitarian purse? Your socks? Oooh how kinky… Forget all of that. Your other worldly beauty lies in what you secretly strive to become. Save the pictures.
Oh SNAP!! I only just discovered VA’s blog yesterday and between then and now, I have pissed around reading entry after entry, laughing my ass off, nodding my head sagely about VA’s views on raising today’s kiddies and feeling slighted by waste-of-space-smokers stories and fat “whale of a friend” references (i was googling obesity, which led me to the blog in the first place).
I have a very recent memory of someone saying “It’s all about you, isn’t it?” Well, actually, it IS all about me FYI!! And I can turn anything around to make it about me. It’s that secret (I would never admit it out loud), yet long-held realisation that I DO have bad in me, that requires that I add my pissy comment to the millions of others here - if for no other reason than to appease my own ego.
For fear of the verbal lashing I would expect if I were to suck up VA’s ass, I have come to merely say this: AMEN! The entertainment of reading VA’s blog is well worth the time squandered reading same blog. Well, let’s face it, if you are wasting your days away reading blogs, instead of keeping the business running smoothly, they might as well be entertaining and just a little admonishing and judgemental since that’s one way to make it about me ;)
Hey V,
I’ve got this magazine that I do for fun because I’m bored and it only goes out to my friends or anyone that I meet along the way that shows interest.
I layout and design this magazine called Friendly Press and it’s a mishmash of fun shit I find on the internet. Anyway, I’m just curious if you’d be cool with me ripping some of your funny posts and putting them in my mag as a VA section, like a feature in every mag with a different post.
If you’d want a copy to check this out for yourself before agreeing that’d be fine but it’s nothing more than a way for me to fill up my boring life with something to do.
E-mail me if you’re morbidly against the idea and I’ll stop. Which means I’ve already got a section and it occurred to me after the interest of my mag has been growing that I could maybe get into trouble if your sticky about dat shit. It’s fully credited if that means anything.
I don’t usually spend any amount of time reading blogs or personal websites because I am allergic to vapidity. I have recently discovered Violent Acres and I am in love with the author of the site.
It is as if someone has opened my brain and poured out my thoughts on parenting, obesity and the perpetuation of the infantilistic victim mentality that exists today.
Kudos! Long live independent thought and the right to free speech! Down with soccer moms and suburban clones.
Ivy
VIOLENTACRES LOOK AT THIS!!!!!
i want to know what violentacres thinks of juliana wetmore
http://www.julianawetmore.net/
she was born with out a face!
no really, i’m not making that up. her toug just sort of hangs out and her eyes bulge and i don’t know if she’s mentally astute or, um, special but she can’t hear properly, since she has no freaking skull and she sinuses sre messed and she can’t eat except through tubes…ahh and she’s something to look at
PREVENTING MENPAUSE
http://www.preventingmenopause.com/
i want to know what V thinks of preventing it, anyone should take a look if they want because apperently doctors haven’t studied it since the 1940s and even then they didn’t use the right hormons…i sorta want to keep my figure forever, so i’m all for assuming i don’t get a tumor or anything like that, i am too lazy to find V’s email but i like her site…sometimes
V,
Thank you.
I’ve linked your blog on mine, I hope that’s alright. If not, too bad, because it’s mine and I can do that! Neener neener. Somehow I don’t think you’ll mind.
I could say more, but we all know how you feel about internet dick-sucking.
Regards,
FoK
Howdy V,
Learned of your site (not sure how) and read it. It almost makes me want to find out how to do a blog, etc. Actually it does, just not sure how. I have enjoyed your writing, and it certainly makes me think. I would almost be your male counterpart, if I was radically more successful economically. I never realized before that brutally honest, self indulgent reflection was a commodity. Thats not an insult, I hope thats the truth.
The gist of this is ‘How do I Start Doing this Too?’. Lots of the things on the website are worth commenting on. If I give them the consideration and thought they deserve, then multiply that by my ‘fuck around in circles’ factor, I might as well go into business for myself.
Any help is appreciated.