#kitchengate

See, Anons, if I hadn’t been here for over 5 years and seen the same thing play out over and over again, I may have given credence to what you’re trying to sell me. But I HAVE been here over years and KNOW FOR SURE that the ones who get this outraged by Sam’s “behavior” as it relates to women he dates are Extreme Shippers, ex-Extreme Shippers, Regular Shippers, Closet Shippers, and what I call Shipper-Sympathizers. Why do I say this?

Because back in the day, when there was the outrage over Amy Shiels, and then Cody Kennedy, I was still a shipper. And I was one of the ones who treated them horribly and harassed them, and I saw what sides people fell into (I’ve since apologized directly to them for my bad behavior). There was the Shipper side who was PISSED at Sam for not frolicking in pools and on the beach with Cait, and showed public HATE towards the non-Caits. There were the Mean Girls who hung out with us, who weren’t necessarily Shippers, but they were our friends aka Shipper Sympathizers, and they got sick pleasure out of trolling just for the sake of trolling. AND then separately, there were the Super Fans. The ones who had been book fans and then became Outlander TV show fans, and they were appalled at Shipper, Mean Girl, and Shipper Sympathizer behavior. There were also the Regular Fans who may or may not have read the books, but were mostly TV show fans, but were not Shippers. The latter two categories: Super Fans and Regular Fans did not get involved in talking about Sam or Cait’s personal lives and looked down on those who did. 

Those categories have not changed much in 5 years. I can assure you that Super Fans and Regular fans are not spending their time tagging Sam directly to scold him about being in Hawaii. They don’t focus on Sam’s personal life, they’re not invested in it, therefore nothing he does in that regard “disappoints” them. They’re about the books, the show, the charities, and Sam’s other endeavors. As long as Sam fulfills his obligations to those, they don’t care what he’s doing on his off time. Are there Super Fans and Regular Fans who have heard about Sam being in Hawaii with Gia and maybe thought he could have made a different choice? Sure. BUT the difference is they are NOT tagging Sam or Gia complaining to them directly, or whining about it all over social media. And they are certainly NOT creating hate sock troll accounts to hate on Sam and Gia. That category is reserved solely for Extreme Shippers. The ones who PUBLICLY proclaim that their ship is still sailing and Sam and Cait are secretly together are just fronting for their back alley alter egos who reside as hate sock troll accounts on Instagram and Tumblr. Kim the Flutist is a perfect example of this duplicity. On her regular Flutist account, she’s all love and light and support for both Cait and Sam, despite now being blocked by both of them. But in the dirty back alleys of Instagram slums, she herself has admitted, she resides there as Outlanderlover2013, and used to be fameho_ who HATED HEAVILY on Sam’s ex, Mackenzie Mauzy. And it’s pretty clear she’s at least one of the current Gia hate accounts on IG. That’s what’s so sick about ES. They can act all sweet and normal to people’s faces, but their true angry, miserable selves come out via their other social media personas.

So, you can keep coming back sending me these types of Anon Asks trying to convince me that Sam’s “really done it this time” because now it’s not just Extreme Shippers who are angry at Sam, and therefore trying to legitimize the outrage, but I’m not buying the manure you’re selling. Because I know what’s what and who’s who. And the what’s what and who’s who is that ONLY shippers and anyone related to them get this riled up and hateful over how and with whom Sam spends his off time. I looked at the accounts of the people complaining to Sam and there is NOT ONE that is not in some way related with shippers. Not one. 

I would bet good money if it had been Sam and Cait who had holed up together in Hawaii during the quarantine, all these faux outragers would be sending them messages of support “you made the right choice not to take a long flight back to the UK, so wise of youuuuuu.” And shipping them food, embroidered blankets, pillows, homemade masks, etc, etc, etc. That’s all she wrote, folks. TRUTH and FACTS. Simple as that. 

-vanilla

So this morning I'm holed up in my room again, just trying not to exist in general until I go to work, listening to my radio on low level 1 volume because silence makes me feel creepy and paranoid or sleepy. I gotta paper mache my Jack Frost staff and finish the pants/make the battery pack pouch with leather ribbons that tie it to the staff so it's not all swinging everywhere as naked black plastic like WHOA ELECTRONICS XD. I can drink the bathroom sink tap water from my magic coke bottle and eat the grape resvitale gummies or my granny smith apple in my backpack I didn't get to yesterday if I'm hungry.

We (Mom, Dad, Aaron and I) went to The Crab Cracker, a kind of expensive seafood restaurant in downtown Kirkland last night for dinner last night before the spray fiasco happened. And we were all having a fairly good time, I was eating normally the crab dip appetizer and my manhattan chowder in the cup along with some of dad's corn mush he didn't like and the last of Aaron's chocolate cheese cake at the end. I think dad started turning grumpy the minute Aaron decided to get the chocolate cheesecake from the waitress's desert tray she held in front of us. I had already had a double chocolate cookie from my coworker at the mall, an extra one she got from Mucho Burrito because the guy there at that time might fancy her a little. So I declined desert because I thought I'd had enough chocolate for the day, but Aaron was like "HELL YEAH ALL SYSTEMS GO" or was still hungry so he got the cake, which annoyed dad because he pointed out we could have gotten one at QFC for way cheaper, and I don't blame him for saying that but Aaron wanted the nice one then and there, have his cake and eat it too, and I was glad so I was guilty by association because he let me have half of the strawberry that comes with it and I had the last 3rd of his, the nice crunchy crust part, when he got full.

Anyway, then we got home and dad was all, "How tall are you Aaron? Boy, you're getting tall. Are you taller than Monica?" So I was thinking, "Oh hell no, not this effing shit again." So I ran/speed-walked to my room and when dad approached me from behind I kind of just spun around and growled at him, like "I'm not gonna play that IDIOTIC GAME. I'm 5'3" if you want any reference, but I don't need to be there up against the wall with him AGAIN."