Have you seen the video for the new Dixie Chicks song Gaslighter? Here, watch.
I’ve been listening to the song on a loop since its premiere yesterday. ON. MY. BIRTHDAY. It was preordained this song drop right now—while I’m running a promo for my serial memoir and still firmly entrenched in the Rodney chapters.
I don’t consider myself a country
music enthusiast, but I’ve been a Dixie Chicks fan since coming of age in a smothering
small town while “Wide Open Spaces” topped the charts. Natalie cemented my
adoration for the trio in 2003, though, when she took a whole lot of shit for her
anti-war, anti-Bush comments at that concert in London.
In addition to placing “Gaslighter” at the top of my feminist
anthem playlist, I’m writing it into my will that I want it used in the
soundtrack for Who You Gonna Believe when I become famous for dying of
brain cancer and they make a movie based on my memoir.
[Singing]
You’re sorry but WHERE’S MY APOLOGY
Damn, that is some fucking relatable-ass shit, but it is also
so empowering. I’m just like, get all the 15-year-old girls in a room right
fucking now and play them this song so they know what we want them to know: One
day a woman WILL be president and the patriarchy is going to have its little
excuse-making lips sewn shut with a backstitch. Put a pamphlet in my pocket and
pay me what I’m worth, because gaslighters can’t eat the sandwiches NO ONE
MAKES FOR THEM.
Sorry. Getting a little carried away.
Of course, the-you-can’t-touch-us-with-your-feminazi-bullshit-because-we’re-in-V-formation
aesthetic is glorious too. Taken as a whole, this video reminds me that when my
story ends one day, it will not end with me being a victim.
Of anything.
Friendly reminder that my memoir is unlocked for everyone (even Rodney, lolz) the entire month of March. However, if you want to be a rebel and support me JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN, new patrons are always welcome at patreon.com/EmilySuess.
Dixie Chicks Gaslighter Lyrics
Gaslighter, denier Doin’ anything to get your ass farther Gaslight, big timer Repeating all of the mistakes of your father
We moved to California and followed your dreams I believed the promises you made to me Swore that night ’till death do us part But you lie-lie-lie-lie-lied Hollywood welcomed you with open doors No matter what they gave you, you still wanted more Acting all above it when our friends divorced What a lie-lie-lie-lie-lie You’re such a-
Gaslighter, denier Doin’ anything to get your ass farther Gaslight, big timer Repeating all of the mistakes of your father Gaslighter, you broke me You’re sorry, but where’s my apology? Gaslighter, you liar
You thought I wouldn’t see it if you put it in my face Give you all my money, you’ll gladly walk away You think it’s justifiable, I think it’s pretty cruel And you know you lie best when you lie to you ‘Cause, boy, you know exactly what you did on my boat And, boy, that’s exactly why you ain’t comin’ home Save your tried story for someone else ‘Cause their lie-lie-lie-lie-lies Look out, you little-
Gaslighter, denier Doin’ anything to get your ass farther Gaslight, big timer Repeating all of the mistakes of your father Gaslighter, you broke me You’re sorry, but where’s my apology? Gaslighter, you liar
You just had to start a fire, had to start a fire Couldn’t take yourself on a road a little higher Had to burn it up, had to tear it down Tried to say I’m crazy Babe, we know I’m not crazy, that’s you Gaslighting You’re a lie-lie-lie-liar Oh, honey, that’s you You made your bed and then your bed caught fire Gaslighter, I’m the mirror Standin’ right here until you can see how you broke me Yeah, I’m broken You’re still sorry, and there’s still no apology
Gaslighter, denier Doin’ anything to get your ass farther Gaslight, big timer Repeating all of the mistakes of your father Gaslighter, you broke me You’re sorry, but where’s my apology? Gaslighter, you liar
To celebrate, I’m taking my webserial memoir out from behind the paywall (Pay-treon wall?) for the month of March. So, not only can you read all 12 chapters of Who You Gonna Believe through the 31st, BUT you get to read chapter 13 in real time when I publish it at the end of the month!
I think turning 40 would be a pretty big deal for me anyway, but it’s monumental reaching this kind of milestone while toting a brain tumor around every day. I’m glad I’m here, and I’m thankful for all the people here with me—both virtually and IRL—and I wanted to give you all something to show my appreciation. Having cancer means there isn’t always a whole lot I can do to give back. Money’s tight, energy is low, and anxiety is high. But that won’t stop me from trying to say thanks.
Whether you’re a long-timer follower of this blog or you’re visiting for the first time, I hope you enjoy!
And of course, I’m so grateful for the support of my patrons who help keep me, this website, and the WYGB project going. If you enjoy reading WYGB this month (completely ad-free, I might add!) please leave a comment thanking these lovely people for making it possible.
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What happened with the whole Rodney thing? I mean, not *in* the memoir, but with him reading it. Is he still harassing you?
I replied, but later it occurred to me a formal update on the blog might be appropriate. So here’s where things stand at the moment:
I haven’t seen anything from Rodney since this happened in December. You’ll have to decide whether that’s because he gave up or because I’ve mastered the art of blocking the asshat.
Not only have I blocked every known account of his that I can think to block and blocked him from commenting here, I’ve also set up a filter for his emails. The filter intercepts his messages and auto-replies with this message:
551 4.7.2 Unauthorized email is not accepted due to domain’s FOH policy. c96ock49325875156wad.56 – gtfoh
Messages from you have been flagged by the recipient as low-priority and may not be received. For priority consideration, the administrator at info@emilysuess.com requires a minimum $15 payment.
I have no problem establishing boundaries. In fact, I enjoy thinking up new, creative ways of telling people who drain the joy from my life to fuck off. So a while back I decided to spoof those mailer-daemon thingies you get when your email can’t be sent for some reason. The “FOH policy” and “gtfoh” in that seemingly random string of characters at the beginning of the message are made up, but they are not arbitrary.
Now, I can’t tell you for certain whether Rodney has attempted to contact me and received this message. But I can tell you that he has not paid the $15 fee I charge to let him waste my time.
So, what happens with this system I’ve set up is that Gmail filters email from him, auto-replies, and then places it in the spam folder, which automatically deletes emails after 30 days. And because I only check spam if I’m expecting an email and don’t receive it, it’s possible an email from him got flagged more than 30 days ago and I just never knew about it.
After taking a quick glance at the current state of my spam folder for the purposes of writing this update, what I can confidently tell you is that he hasn’t emailed me in the past 30 days.
So, if you had been wondering why I hadn’t written any more on the subject, now you know. It’s because there wasn’t anything to write.
“But what if he pays the $15?” you might be wondering. If PayPal notifies me of a payment from his account, I might check my spam folder.
With all of that cleared up, a programming note: Chapter 12 of Who You Gonna Believe will be available to patrons on February 29.
“Give it some consideration,” he says. At first you think maybe Rodney’s trying to do me a favor by playing up the whole garbage person bit. But then you remember: This is not an act.
After I announced that I’d be sharing Rodney’s emails—but before I got around to publishing Rodney Writes a Ruse—my ex-husband jumped back on my contact page and wrote me again on Wednesday, December 11. Presumably because as a Certifiable Attention Whore™ he was jonesin’ for his next bad publicity fix.
And cripes what a trainwreck his email is. Even people who question my decision to deal with a narcissist by putting his work on display must be having a hard time looking away from this one.
I’m going to take the line-by-line approach again on this
for two reasons 1.) repeating the email text in the body of the post makes the
content accessible for people using screen readers, and 2.) it worked well for
me last time. Once again, Rodney’s words are highlighted with a gray
background.
Emily
— Like I mentioned in my last message. This is very good writing (the memoir,
more precisely). Am I a narcissist for reading it? Yes, in your story I
am. Someone’s got to be the villain, right? All good storytelling has a
villain.
Remember in the last episode when he praised me for how well I “showed his scumbaggery” and then I explained that he wasn’t truly accepting his faults? Right off the bat we’ve got him setting up a scenario in which I’ve sensationalized my portrayal of him.
Yes, I
am “a self-professed compulsive liar, an unrepentant cheater, and an
egomaniacal, manipulative boob” in your story. But I take umbrage with
“boob.” I’m much worse. You give me too much credit.
Got whiplash yet? Imagine the pain in the neck you get from living with this shit 24/7 for five long, miserable years. The early part of our relationship did the most damage to me because I was completely ignorant of Rodney’s condition. And I don’t just mean I couldn’t see he had it because the relationship was shiny and new. I mean that at 23 I still had no clue being self-centered reached clinical levels in some people.
Aside
from your medical problems, I’m glad you’re still writing.
I’d like to remind everyone that I am not a professional,
but those who are say people with Narcissistic Personality Disorder lack the ability to identify
with the feelings of others. Raise your hand if you think bringing up my brain
cancer this late in the game and in such a dismissively unapologetic manner ought
to go in a text book.
But, you know, thank Jesus he’s glad I’m still writing. I
suddenly have a reason to live.
And, I
hope you unblock me to read your next chapter.
I don’t think I’ll ever hate myself that much, but time will
tell.
There
are really two advantages: 1. I could write something like this message and my
previous one, which gives you more material to work with and gives your readers
more reason to hate me, which will give them more reason to read your work.
(You don’t want to tell them that, because it’s a propaganda tactic that comes
from the research done on compulsive lying in social settings.) 2. Following
from (1), you’ll likely increase your following, reach, subscribers, etc. I
know you know what happens with more subscribers. Give it some consideration.
I know you know what happens? Give it some consideration? Almost sounds like someone with delusions of grandeur just finished watching The Godfather.
I will never, ever hate my readers and subscribers that much. But it amuses me Rodney thinks he’s so good at this he can manipulate me into manipulating others all while making my platform (a platform I worked very hard to build over the years) susceptible to his treachery.
Despite all the horrible things that make his dysfunction worth academic study, he’s still just a mediocre white guy at his core. Trying to get out of doing the work. I welcome him to build his own platform if he’d like to show us the alternate reality in which he lives. I never considered at the outset that Who You Gonna Believe, a non-fiction webserial with humble beginnings on Patreon, would one day inspire fanfic—how flattering.
Last we talked, I promised to share that message from my ex-husband. Hope your popcorn isn’t cold! Also, apologies to the estate of Dr. Seuss for the Rodney Writes a Ruse thing. It just sort of happened.
That’s it, folks. That’s a screenshot of the first email from the ex-husband. (If you noticed my use of the word “first” here, you might wonder if I’m implying there is already a second email. Yes, yes I am.)
For some context: Rodney sent that message to me on November 20 via my contact form. He is writing in response to my post, So My Ex Wants to Read My Memoir. Although my blog post wasn’t for him, I do take some responsibility for the parenthetical toward the end that directly addresses him. I should’ve known better. I DID know better. I just really wanted to name-call.
Despite egging him on, it remains my position that if Rodney
were an emotionally whole person, he would’ve recognized from the full context
of my post that contacting me was likely to be perceived by even the most objective
reader as a dick move.
Anyway, I don’t want to spend too much time on this today. I think the quickest way to cut through the crap is to take a line-by-line approach, so I’m excerpting as I go here. His words appear on a gray background because I couldn’t make superscripts work to do footnotes.
OMG! Busted! LOL! Ok … enough about being glib. Yes, I am interested in the memoir because you’re a good writer. In ten years or so, you have an uncanny knack for capturing rage in the details and showing my scumbaggery. I highly encourage you to continue writing. It appears you have a good audience, engaged, and it appears to be growing. That’s good!
The praise of my writing and self-debasement in these opening lines are classic Rodney. You may choose to interpret them as genuine, but I couldn’t if I wanted to. Not after the life I’ve lived. See, while Rodney’s emotional development is irreparably stunted, he’s not incapable of complex reasoning. He has learned during his forty-something years on this planet that if he wants to be likable, he must concede things he doesn’t believe. He’s also learned that he needs to be considered likable, at least some of the time, if he’s going to get what he wants. That I was already confident in my assessment of his character and in the quality of my writing before he made these comments is probably lost on him, but he didn’t write them for my sake. He wrote them for his.
(I bounced in when I learned of your post “Who You Gonna Trust,” which is chapter 4). And, yes, I have read all of the chapters. AND, I’d like to read the rest of the chapters too.
That is, in fact, not the title of Chapter 4. It’s actually Liar, Liar. That he can’t get this small, easily verifiable detail right indicates to me that there’s a glitch in his internal matrix. I’m not a shrink, but I can tell you from about five years of intense observation that Rodney gets the little stuff wrong when he’s struggling to maintain a solid grip on the lies he tells himself.
AND, no, I am not trying to intimidate you.
Bullshit. If he wanted to read the memoir, he could have easily done so without the dick waving. He could have used an alias and never said a word. He could have simply waited to read new chapters during the promotional periods I occasionally offer—periods when all Patreon content is open for public consumption. But he didn’t do that. Because Rodney wanted me to know it was him, and he wanted me to acknowledge his presence. That’s why when I initially refused to be baited and ignored him, he kept pushing buttons.
AND, yes, I knew by joining, Pateron’s system would out me. I’m ok with it … obviously. You’re a damn good writer, that’s all. AND, you’re writing a damn good story.
I know I can write. It was my vocation for many years before the brain tumor. I’m not sure whether Rodney wants to make himself look generous here or what. Maybe? Maybe he also wants to take a stab at minimizing Who You Gonna Believe by framing it a ‘story’ and suggesting it’s not entirely factual. If that’s the case, meh. Memoirs are not biographies, and the preface clearly explains what kinds of liberties I have taken and why I have taken them. Most readers, especially fans of the genre, know this without being told. My disclosure is just a formality.
On another note, I hope you and Dan are doing well.
LMAO.
You’re also welcome to use any or all of this message in your story or other content.
Just for the sake of clarity: Rodney wanted me to post this. I have weighed my choices in handling this matter and decided to post his nonsense despite his narcissism, not because of it.
