love letter to Kat and Brittney

What started as a comment on this post at Kat’s turned into a novel, so I’ve pasted it here instead. The ‘you’ is Kat.

I’ve avoided commenting on any of this madness because I could give two shits about all this racist blogger nonsense. As soon as words like partisan, liberal, right/left wing, etc. start getting thrown around in a post or comments my brain shuts off and I start singing the theme to Family Ties in my mind. I don’t want to get caught up in the mudslinging going on over at NiT right now and have given up on staying current on the comments in B’s last post.

Still, you’re right that this community is irreplaceable. NiT has allowed me, and I’m assuming many others, to find new friends that share interests unlike those we’ve met through more conventional methods. Without NiT, I wouldn’t have found you, and then who would I talk to about the Time Bandit and the Pattersons?

Brittney is the key player here – I hate that she left, but I understand. Once I got a comment that wasn’t even outwardly hostile but it hurt my feelings and I couldn’t let it go. I can’t imagine getting straight up insulted like she does. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

I keep thinking about my last day at the country club, saying goodbye to people that I genuinely liked and some that I really didn’t care for at all. I was so sad to leave them all yet so relieved to be done with all the drama. I worried, wondered if they were talking about me and what they were saying. Brittney doesn’t have the luxury of wondering – not only is her situation bittersweet as is, but she knows that people are discussing her. It’s in print, forever, or as forever as NiT and all the linking posts can be. It must be devastating.

There are so many things about that girl that I could ramble on about, but I couldn’t do her justice.  She’s just a badass.

I know you’re not trying to replace her at NiT, and I know you have completely different styles, but I also know that you are looking out for all of us the same way she did.  So if we can’t have Brittney, I’m glad we have you.