I’ve never been a Jessica Simpson fan, but I really feel for the girl. She goes from It Girl to dumped divorcee, ridiculed as a clingy has-been with a long over career. And then to add insult to injury, a coyote steals the dog her ex husband gave to her right in front of her.
She posts on her Twitter: “Still holding out hope despite the !$#@! that say is it a dumb thing to do. Daisy is my baby…why would I stop searching? I’m a mom.”
Which, well, I can understand. I still look for my Callie. And for the most part, people were supportive. Yet, for reasons unknown, people are cruel and actually take the time to write something mean-spirited directly to her. All the many permutations of Internet Jerkface were on display today.
The Keepin It Real Jerk: “the dog is DEAD. That coyote made a meal of her. You will not get her back. Move on!!!!!”
The angry Cowboys fan: “no wonder you cant keep a man u !@#$!”
The sanctimonious Bible thumper: “Yes two Golddiggers who left God for fame and fortune”
The sanctimonious mother: “You are not a mom. Have a baby then you can say that.”
The wannabe funny person who has to really reach to make the joke work: “If Jessica Simpson’s dog came in a bag it would be labeled ‘COYOTE FOOD.'”
The one with better comic skills but still totally inappropriate: “let’s b real honey it’s dead! She is giving reward money if found! Which piece?”
And that’s just from the last couple of hours. Poor Jess. I mean, we all know she’s not the brightest bulb in the box- I’m still staring in bafflement at her Twitter page and wondering what possessed her to pick that picture of herself, and what it was supposed to convey exactly other than “uhhhhhhhh, I have a plastic butterfly glued to my forehead” but still, she seems like a decent human being. It makes it even more unnecessary to take so many swipes at her when she is sharing the loss of her pet.
I guess this one hits home for me a little more than usual. I spent last night listening to a pack of coyotes howling in the distance before getting up and shutting all the windows. I may make light of my stupid cat and her terrible timing and my certainty she is one with the coyote in the great circle of life, but I would be pretty angry if someone else took it upon themselves to make that joke about my pet on my behalf.
I’ll keep hoping for you too, Jessica. It doesn’t hurt anyone to hope.