Comments on: Hurdles and Hurrahs: Writing Prompt http://washwords.com/words/2008/hurdles-and-hurrahs-writing-prompt/ one woman's words, wonderings, wanderings in washington DC Tue, 15 May 2012 01:15:34 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Rebecca http://washwords.com/words/2008/hurdles-and-hurrahs-writing-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-431 Rebecca Tue, 26 Aug 2008 16:15:21 +0000 http://washwords.com/words/2008/hurdles-and-hurrahs-writing-prompt/#comment-431 I really hate it when an athlete is crying (from happiness, frustration, whatever) and the reporter sticks the microphone in their face and says: "Tell me why you're feeling this emotion right now." It seems so cold, inhuman. They're trying to for sensational, but they end up with embarrassing. I really hate it when an athlete is crying (from happiness, frustration, whatever) and the reporter sticks the microphone in their face and says: “Tell me why you’re feeling this emotion right now.”

It seems so cold, inhuman. They’re trying to for sensational, but they end up with embarrassing.

]]> By: maggie, dammit http://washwords.com/words/2008/hurdles-and-hurrahs-writing-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-424 maggie, dammit Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:21:24 +0000 http://washwords.com/words/2008/hurdles-and-hurrahs-writing-prompt/#comment-424 Man, I don't know. It's just like how I can get 50 supportive comments, but one troll will ruin me for weeks. It's just like when I look in the mirror, I don't see my pretty eyes, or my hair that needs little work, or my father's coveted cheekbones... I see all the ugliness I hate. I don't know the answer, I don't know why it's this way, but I'd venture to guess we'd all be much better off if we knew. <abbr><em>maggie, dammits last post: <a href="http://okayfinedammit.wordpress.com/2008/08/12/new-site/" rel="nofollow">NEW SITE</a></em></abbr> Man, I don’t know. It’s just like how I can get 50 supportive comments, but one troll will ruin me for weeks. It’s just like when I look in the mirror, I don’t see my pretty eyes, or my hair that needs little work, or my father’s coveted cheekbones… I see all the ugliness I hate. I don’t know the answer, I don’t know why it’s this way, but I’d venture to guess we’d all be much better off if we knew.

maggie, dammits last post: NEW SITE

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