Dear Launderess:
Now that I have duly counted to ten and slept on it, I have a few things to say to you.
Number one is that, for someone who affects such verbal elegance, you can be remarkably discourteous, as you were last night. You have been rebuked on more than one occasion by more than one member of this list for your tendency to make remarks about other parts of this nation of ours. Last night, you said very clearly that the South favoured a fashion (jeans with starch) some thirty years out of date. When I remonstrated with you, I got one of the snippiest, haughtiest replies I have ever had the displeasure to receive in my life.
I am here to tell you that I find your faux Audrey fforbes-Hamilton act more than a little grating, and your disdain for the sensibilities of others here downright infuriating. I have reached a point where I am considering leaving AW.org so that I will not have to view your posts any more.
You would do very well to moderate your tone with others here. Without spilling any beans (if I may mention so plebian a comestible to you), I am not the only person on this list bothered by your words, which often come across as the most unbridled arrogance.
In reply to your wisecrack about wanting to watch the drama of Bette Davis in Now, Voyager in preference to listening to anything I might say, I can only say: That figures. You see, Miss Davis ran roughshod over the feelings of everyone at her studio for around a decade and a half, never permitting anyone to criticise her, even on occasions she badly needed the feedback. In the end, she was summarily fired in 1949 during the filming of Beyond the Forest, because her treatment of others had become too much to bear. That you would find a connection with Miss Davis surprises me not at all.
In sum, I heartily wish you would get over yourself, and it is my even heartier wish that you would stop treating people here like you were some mythical Lady of the Manor.
Anyone wishing to press the Report button should do so now. I'm done.
