You Think This Won’t Happen To You?

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Is that sexy selfie really worth your future?

I’ve been out of the blogging game for a bit, but it only takes one thing to light that fire. And Charlotte’s story did that for me. This is the story of one mother’s fight and fight she did.

If you read anything today, if you only click on one link all weekend, this is the one to choose. If you’re a woman; if you’re the parent of a daughter, any age, you WANT — no NEED — to read this. If you’re a guy who thinks the guy getting revenge against an ex-girlfriend is hilarious, I beg you to read this. It’s a loooong read. It’s also terrifying. And it’s all true. Grab your coffee (or an alcoholic beverage, because you might want one after this) and settle in with your smart phone, laptop, iPad or at your desktop (people still have those, I’m assuming) and just keep reading. An excerpt from the article is below. Follow the linked text at the bottom to XOJane.com, where this originally appeared. CLICK the link and FINISH the article. I promise that you’ll be scared for our future, for our children’s future, but knowing that this can happen and that this kind of evil exists in the world, well, that’s something that we should all be aware of, no matter how much we want to stick our heads in the sand. Thank God Charlotte didn’t.

I’VE BEEN CALLED THE “ERIN BROCKOVICH” OF REVENGE PORN, AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, HERE IS MY ENTIRE UNCENSORED STORY OF DEATH THREATS, ANONYMOUS AND THE FBI
This is what happens when the “most hated man on the Internet” messes with the wrong mother.

I felt like Will Smith in “Enemy of the State.” I was being hunted, harassed and stalked by criminals with technological expertise. I had been thrust into an unexpected war. I felt exposed, vulnerable and alone on the front line. I had awoken a hideous network of villains and saboteurs, who were in pursuit of me, hoping to ruin my life. I had received creepy emails, backlash on Twitter and three death threats. My computer had been bombarded with viruses, and a technician had advised me to buy all new equipment because the malware was tough to remove.

“Also, be leery of unusual cars or vans in the neighborhood,” the tech added.

“Why?” I asked.

“If someone wants to break into your computer network, he will need to be close to your house. That is, unless he has advanced skills. Then, he could gain access from anywhere.”

I hurried home from the hardware store with my all-important purchase: heavy-duty padlocks. I knew I had to secure the gates at my residence, so that an intruder or a team of intruders could not access my backyard and possibly my home.

I pulled into my driveway and scanned the street, glad that the suspicious white car with the young, male driver was no longer present. It had been there on the previous evening, according to my daughter, Kayla. She’d seen it when she returned from work, and she had monitored it for several hours until it disappeared. She did not report the incident to me until the next day.

“Mom, why was there a guy in a white car, watching our house last night?”

Because she had no knowledge of the “be leery of unusual cars or vans” warning by the computer technician, I could not accuse her of paranoia.

I affixed padlocks to the gates, and the phone rang. It was like a gun. It had become a powerful way to threaten and to terrorize me. It was one of my enemy’s weapons. I reluctantly picked up the receiver.

“We know where you live,” a muffled male voice spoke. “Your life will be ruined.” He hung up.

A caller that morning had told me I would be raped, tortured and killed. I glanced out the front window. The night had once looked innocent and peaceful, but suddenly it seemed ominous and dangerous. Then I logged onto my computer to see whether the Twitter backlash against me had ceased. It had not. But there was an odd message on my feed, which read, “Please follow me. I need to direct message you.”

I did as I was instructed, and the interaction resulted in a bizarre phone call. Just as “Enemy of the State” protagonist Will Smith got aid from Gene Hackman β€” an off-the-grid, former government agent β€” I was being offered assistance.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to protect you. We’re computer experts,” were the first words uttered by a man nicknamed “Jack,” who claimed to be an operative with the underground group, Anonymous.

I knew little about the famous, decentralized network of activists and hacktivists, who are sometimes called “freedom fighters” or digital Robin Hoods, so I conducted Google searches during our half-hour phone conversation.

“Jack” instructed me on how to protect my computer network and explained in detail how he and a buddy planned to electronically go after the man who had been threatening me and who had been urging his devotees to follow suit. He then uttered the name of the person who has become the most well-known online face of revenge porn: a man named Hunter Moore.

“We know Hunter and his followers have been attacking you on Twitter. We will go after him and we won’t stop until he stops victimizing people,” he said. (xoJane reached out to Moore to comment for this story, but received no response.)

I felt better after the call, but wondered if it had been a practical joke. Was this really the notorious group Anonymous or was I being duped? Did I have an ally or would the stalking and emotional harassment escalate into physical violence against my family? I would learn the truth within 24 hours.

How It All Began…

Is There Still Time To Decline?

The Happy Couple

The Happy Couple

Dear Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes, I know you’re bored these days and VH1, I’m sure, offered a really sweet deal for a new reality show but I have my concerns. The most important being that this might be the nail in the coffin where your marriage is concerned.

Sincerely,

B. Marie

I’m not too sure who told these two that a reality series was a good idea, but they’re out of their minds. The stability of this marriage is based on the fact that everyone has set them up to fail from day one. You don’t exactly have the best track record Eddie, and LeAnn your rep isn’t that clean either. With each having a failed marriage behind them, you can’t tell me they aren’t aware of the dreaded reality show curse. Jessica still wishes she had a VIP pass to 98 Degrees, The Gosselin’s never know which of their eight kids they’re watching this week, Britney and Kevin… I mean, tell me you remember they had that sad, sad show “Chaotic”? And I’m super bummed to point out that it looks like Khloe Kardashian and Lamar are due to be over any day now.

Rimes and Cibrian have featured their own soap opera over the past few years, between their own affair becoming public knowledge and the “rumor” of Eddie stepping out on LeAnn, while he was still married to Brandi. SHOCKER. This is the very last thing the two need. Let’s dredge up every bad bit of publicity they’ve encountered over the past four years and highlight it on national television. Eh, no hard feelings…. Riiiiight.

Ultimately, I hope these two get a clue and back out on the deal.

But on a related note, could they pop out a baby already? We need a child in the world with those genes mixed together before this marriage goes South of the Border.

XO,

B. Marie

“So, A Home Run Is Worth Seven Points, Right?!”

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Football season is right around the corner — thank God! — and there’s nothing I hate more than a girl pretending to like the game for the sake of the guy she’s got her eye on. No, it’s not cute, and it actually gives a bad name to those of us who willingly sit in front of the TV every single Sunday from September to February (Preseason is lame, I’m so over it). But c’mon ladies, if you don’t get it, own it. The dude might actually be impressed that you’re asking questions and getting interested.

Now, while I can’t wait for my team to run out on the field and start taking names (For the record, I’m a diehard N.Y. Jets fan and no, I’m not joking.), I get the same excitement from my brand new Urban Decay Naked Basics Eye Palette, which just arrived in the mail! The faster I can break into that box and start testing it out, the better as far as I’m concerned.

From matching jewelry (No, rose gold is not a substitute when wearing plain gold everywhere else), to the perfection of eye makeup, and what about those nails? To shellac or not to shellac? Your burning questions may or may not be answered here. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m excited to blog about anything and everything that interests me. And it could be anything from the fact that I finally learned how to use a drill (YAY!), to the one and only place I get my eyebrows done — the Benefit Brow Bar does it right, ladies — I’m just looking to write it all down.

What’s the latest book I’m reading? Or the show that I’m newly obsessed with? The last place I traveled to or where I would die to go? Maybe I just simply need to get some words on the page. Either way, I’ll be doing my best to make it frequent and fabulous!

I write poetry. I love music. I’m obsessed with traveling. I scrapbook. I love great photography. I live for the TV shows that I follow religiously. I can shoot a basketball and rock a pair of high heels all day long. Tinder is my matchmaker, Pinterest is my wedding planner and Instagram is my professional photographer, but mainly it’s just me, making my way through the world and laughing at the girl who pretends to know what a safety is… Ugh, just ask!

My family keeps me grounded and I would not be me without them. I wouldn’t have my love of football without my dad and my excitement for all things girly without my mom. So yes ladies, there’s no shame in a solid afternoon of football or two hours spent on your hair. You don’t have to choose one over the other. Girls get the best of both worlds!

XO,

B. Marie