Get over your damn selves, people ...

I run a mailing list that's annoying the holy fuck out of me (no, not Van Helsing - I wish people there would post and give me a fight to muck into and break up).

Doesn't matter what it's about; it's about a male performer. I've been on this list for God knows how many years and it's mostly friendly. But there's a concentrated group of several female-type people who've had a sort of "war" going against one another's factions for literally YEARS online - and it's all about this performer fellow. I mean, I write fanfic, and it's STILL not the colossal waste of my time that this is for these people's lives.

What possesses grown women (short of mental illness - and I may just have answered my own question) to act like this? I remember doing something similar in the backyard of a babysitter's home when I was about nine years old, and my mother chewed me out when she picked me up, telling me I was old enough to know better. Do these people not have mothers, or have they ever had mothers? (Some things in life can only be fixed by a good mommy, I realize this now, one who's not afraid to smack you around a little provided you deserve it.) I want to tell them all to go find a real man, get laid, and leave me the fuck out of it.

WTF?

P.S. If anyone replies who knows what I'm talking about, don't mention names. Just nod and tap your nose twice and turn in a circle. *G*