Dear Lord, how can I pick? Oh, I know.
15 or 16 years ago, I was reading a circus/animal trainer’s blog that I found from a link from an article about the Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey’s Circus’ treatment of their elephants. I know, my interests are VARIED. Elephants are my favorite animals and I’d seen in the news about an elephant killing a worker. So, I started reading this guy’s blog and it was great. Informative, talked about different zoos, circuses, trainers, and lots of history of those things. One day he ran about elephants and how male elephants only attempted to mount a female when she was ready or what have you.
Well, several years before that, my husband and I witnessed a male elephant literally chasing the two female elephants in their enclosure with a fully erect situation down there. It was more than large. It was shocking. The females wanted NOTHING to do with that action. This was at the Calgary Zoo, by the way. Now, picture this: the zookeeper was telling the crowd how the male elephant had been fitted with a metal prosthetic tusk because his had broken or whatever, but no one was paying attention to her because OMG LOOK AT THAT! Parents were covering children’s eyes and walking away — some disgusting men were saying “that’s right, get it!” to the elephant. It was a whole scene.
So, after I read that post, I decided to comment exactly what I witnessed. Well, that’s where I messed up. This guy retorts by writing an entire blog post with my full name in the title along with the word “penis” and attempts to school me, complete with photos. Oh, yeah. I replied, asked him to take it down or take my name off the post. He said no.
For a couple of years, if you Googled me, that blog post would come up after my own blog. If that’s not embarrassing, I don’t know what is.
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