Table is served. Justification for ill talk and where goes the limit.

How delicious it is to talk about someone who is somehow special. Those who speak still think they are above this person, because they have information they can analyze from their point of view, as experts, assuming why the person has done whatever she or he has done, why someone is the way she or he is. Anything goes and to rip someone apart is all time fun bonding those who either lack things the person they talk about has, do not dare to live the way out of the ordinary, are afraid they themselves will be ripped apart and talked about. To be the topic in a community falls for those who stick out and those who get caught doing things they are not supposed to do. What we are not supposed to do is interesting and sets barriers to our lives, justifiably of course in the cases of crime. Rules and laws are to protect people. How is the case concerning talk and privacy issues is a matter that is easily forgotten. Some things are not to be ripped open by bunch of strangers who do not have the knowledge needed to see why and what. Some things are not concerns yours never such as someone’s sex life, mental illness, financial problems, drinking, marital life, anything that someone decides to do in one’s own life is the matter of that person and people whom it concerns.
News agency as it is called especially in villages and small towns where what the neighbor does can be seen as something to talk about depending what neighbor is doing. Is he cutting the grass, building a fence, playing music too loud or fucking someone on the porch (who wishes to witness this). Yes it is fun and entertaining, lives of other people, the mess, reputation and putting it to dirt, step down someone. Gossiping is using power over someone. How that info goes around in an instant. It is very clearly therapeutic where one’s own life is compared to that of whom there is talk about. It is violence where the victim is not able to defend himself/herself. To be able to defend oneself is one key to this problem. It is important to show that justice can be found and all is not ok to do. Does gossiping help as therapy is a matter of how help is seen. It works the same way as self-pity without thorough understanding of what is wrong, without realizing that the wrong you do by gossiping is immoral and a violation. To feel sorry for yourself doesn’t do any good to you or change your life for better. It is not justified in any way. It is weakness. Gossip is of course used to promote self. Should we accept the blown up industry of exposure, peeping of private lives, how the rich live, how to succeed and what is success, fun people are having, the difference and the gap in between us?
Gossip is very influential force in contemporary society, it sells, it interests and has wide impact on how people think their lives should be and look like, how people behave. What is desirable, what is shameful, how we fail to see the perversion of gossiping in the mean time when we are following those whom we think are perverts, useless jackasses, how we laugh at people when it is in the mirror people should take a good look at. Gossiping definitely is not a sign of good mental heath and state of balance in one’s life. To have fun on other people’s lives or moralize is to put those targets to their places down there for whatever reason. Reason for gossiping other than low self-esteem and sadism? Need to bully even just a little, negative emotions that may rise out of comparison maybe, hating those who do what they please, to show how good you are when you can say this, point out to that direction and show corruption, shame and disgrace, isolate, destroy.
How do they get all that money, who is she fucking with, how does she do it, to whom is she pregnant, to be a mother at such a young age, did you hear that .. oh how awful. Who are you dating, how is your sex life, are you getting married, they split up, she is single. Oh my god look at her butt!
We all still like to mind our own businesses when it comes to helping anyone.


Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.