I read a story online about a woman who claimed she had been sent hate mail from an anonymous neighbor, telling her she should stop being “relentlessly gay”. Julie Baker stated this was prompted by a string of colored Mason jars with lights that she strung up on her porch, creating a rainbow of colors that she says made this so-called neighbor think of gay people.
She had a picture of the note, and put it up on her Facebook page. It was full of that internet faddish writing of randomly capitalized words that for some reason is so popular on Facebook and other websites nowadays.
Her friends then forwarded it to George Takei on Twitter, because Mr. Takei is out of the closet and is a huge supporter of gay rights. All good so far, right?
No. Because the purpose of this woman and her friends doing this was so she could “redecorate” and “remodel” her house, supposedly to “make it really gay” with a rainbow roof and so on. She wants money. She started a GoFundMe account, and so far has raised over $43,000!!
Turns out, this woman most likely wrote the note herself. Her Facebook page, before someone corrected it, was full of that random capitalization style of writing, and looked suspiciously similar to the note. She has never filed a police report and, when one of the local cops went to check it out, she wouldn’t show him the note – claiming she no longer had it.
Uh huh, ok then.
Long before this, her Facebook page also chronicled her troubles with owning an old house that needs repairs. Oh, such First World problems!
Neighbors, who wrote in to the comments sections on various articles that covered this story, stated that the woman lives across the street from an openly gay-friendly church. They also stated the woman has so much debris strewn across her yard that she has amassed fines. Fines which she can’t pay.
Friends – or, former friends now, I guess – also stated that the woman owes property taxes. And that she and the people who are promoting this are planning a big party.
The article I linked to here states that she was originally going to donate everything over $5000, but a friend of hers who also runs a website that sells t-shirts for Julie “arrogantly proclaimed: ‘…that would be, pardon my french, an epic fucking waste, regardless of the charity, because Nixy is more generous than twenty average people put together.’ ” (“Relentlessly Gay Fundraiser by Julie Baker: Suspicions Abound”, Matt’s Repository website, 6/22/15)
I think this is going to signal the end soon of GoFundMe, because people do stuff like this.
Yes, she didn’t lie about wanting money for personal reasons. But she did apparently make up this whole persecuted thing, for her own personal gain. And that’s shameful.
Plus, what she gets in donations could have been spent on someone who really does need legitimate help on that site. So she’s actually harming others. She is also harming the gay community – of which she’s not even a part – by making their cause sound frivolous, when it’s anything but.
I thought about all this, as I was pondering ways to get around more effectively – specifically, so I could volunteer and also maybe, just maybe, take an aerobics class or two so I can get healthy and get off disability.
Stay with me – it all ties in together.
I have written about how I take the Blair Senior Services van to go to doctor’s appointments and also to go grocery shopping, because I don’t have a car and I am not able to walk to and from bus stops (yet).
It costs nothing to go to/from medical places. Anywhere else, like grocery stores, it costs $6 round trip. And getting a month’s worth of groceries on and off a passenger van is difficult. If I could go 2 or 3 times a month, it would be a lot easier.
But that’s $18/month. Add in trips to other places I might need to go – Petco, or to buy clothing, cleaning products and so on, and that’s even more money.
So I thought of GoFundMe. No, I don’t think it’s my right to have a car. But it would help me get back into life if I had one – and even with gas and insurance, it would still be a bargain for me because I could do so much more with my life.
I could volunteer. I have tried to do that at numerous places, but it’s a no-go, because if you don’t have transportation….too bad. No one carpools. No one wants to help out another volunteer, even one who would contribute gas money. I have applied at 5 places, and none contacted me back as soon as I asked them about transportation.
I could take reduced-priced aerobics classes. I could…apply for jobs. I could even drive down to Memphis and visit my son and his wife, or to Atlanta and visit my other son. i haven’t seen either of them in 2 years. And I really, really miss them.
If one of my cats got sick, I could take them to the vet (a worry, because if one got sick now…I can’t call a taxi, and they won’t take cats on the van…).
When I get suddenly sick, and I have been doing that a lot lately since the “mystery illness” has come back, I could actually go to the doctor – the van requires 24 hour notice, and no way am I calling an ambulance for fever, vertigo, and nausea.
Then I read about Julie Baker, and her stupid, selfish fundraising efforts. And I felt guilty even thinking about using GoFundMe after that.
The Man From U.N.C.L.E.?
More synchronicity! I was at my brother’s in NC last weekend, and after a long day of playing guitar and revisiting our misspent youth… ahem…
we put on the tv and started channel surfing.
Lo and behold, what comes on the screen but a “Man From U.NC.L.E.” movie from 1966! Complete with the sexy, but ditzy female who could not even tie her shoe… if she wore tie shoes… without help from Napoleon Solo. Sexy, ditzy, helpless… how 60s!
Well, Ted has developed this habit while watching bad TV (and isn’t THAT redundant!) of muting the sound and making up his own dialog. So, not wanting to be shown up by my younger brother, I was forced to add my own dialog. As you can imagine, it got strange quickly, as we fed inane, usually unrelated lines to each other.
And as the show “progressed”, even with the sound off, it looked incredibly ridiculous, while at the same time, our own dialog got stupider and stupider. And of course, we thought it was hilarious.
We got to the inevitable bodily function jokes about the time the movie ended. Coincidence? Or maybe something more nefarious…
Good luck crowd funding a bike ride to Atlanta and Memphis. I certainly think it’s a worthy cause…
A gay house?
Ha! I hadn’t even thought of that, a crowd funding for a bike ride! I had mentioned the car funding thing to my daughter awhile back, way before Ms Thang and her gay house silliness. She didn’t get back to me so maybe she thought it was a dumb idea. I thought, since she knows a zillion people…and since I gave a car to one of her friends once (well, I had 2, so why not?)…and she could buy the car for me if it raised any money…ah well. Just a passing thought.
We do seem to have a lot of synchronicity at times, don’t we? The only thing weirder would have been if you and Ted also watched Laugh-In reruns, too.
“Verrrry interesting…but weird!”