What is the Point of Spamming a WordPress Page?

I’m certain I’m not the only blogger that is annoyed with spammers in the comments section of their posts. WordPress does a pretty good job at putting them in the spam folder, but their “blacklist system” doesn’t seem to be doing its job. After not logging in for about two weeks, I had 12 spammers basically saying the same thing about how to improve my website. Today I had another 8 or 9 spammers saying things that didn’t make any sense, and one or two spammers posting nothing but links to junk.

I just don’t get spammers. What is the point? I don’t know of anyone that ever clicks on their sex links, purse and shoe ads, or SEO advertisements. Even if they do, I doubt they’d buy anything. It’s like the junk mail I get in my snail mail box to buy car insurance I already have – goes straight in the trash without any consideration whatsoever.

So can someone answer my question – what is the point of spam? Does it actually work? Do these people actually make money? Or are they just trying to be annoying little bastards?

Mammograms Under the Age of 40

mammoA few years ago my cousin died of cancer that took over her entire body. Shortly after, a friend had announced she had breast cancer and went through radiation. My brother announced he had melanoma, and had to go through interferon treatment. I am determined that if I have some horrific disease such as cancer, I will not go through what my cousin did, for one.

I had my first mammogram around the age of 30, because I had a lump-ish thing that turned out to be normal. (I was told it was often caused from too much caffeine.)  My insurance at the time covered it.

Fast forward to last year. There was another issue. I’d been having burning sensations in my chest area, on the upper part of my breasts. It almost felt muscular, but I’m not a doctor so I couldn’t judge what could be causing it. Well, let me back up a bit.

Ten years ago I did something sort of stupid, something that I was always against, but I was caught up in the moment and felt really insecure. I got breast implants. I loved them for about 8 of those years. But then I gained weight and they became tiresome… and heavy. I believe that was the reason for the burning sensation, so on my own dime I got them out. I felt so free and relieved to have this crap out of my body, and I still can’t believe I did it in the first place. My doctor mentioned doing a mammo, but we wanted to wait until I was completely healed. So I did.

Once my 40th birthday was coming into place (three months prior to), my doctor wanted me to have the mammogram. I still had some burning sensation, but not nearly as bad as I’d had while bearing implants. Apparently the doctor noted it on the referral as a “screening,” which insurance does not cover if you’re under the age of 40. It doesn’t matter if your birthday is 3 months, 3 days or 3 hours away – they WILL NOT COVER mammograms under the age of 40 unless there is a legit reason for it. (Because, like every other woman I know, we all volunteer to have our boobs squeezed to death by a machine just because we like it, right?)

I am still fighting with the insurance company, which claims it has no record of why I needed the mammo. I am working with the radiology center, which is the one that told me (after the fact) that it’s not covered if you’re under the age of 40. I said I don’t understand why the age of 40, because I know plenty of people that get cancer or whatever prior to 40, and why do a few months matter??

I am still attempting to contact my doctor (both of us moved) to straighten this out. So now the dilemma continues. Right now, I consider whoever writes these policies are the biggest boobs of all, especially after reading these articles:





Thanks, But No Thanks – You’re Texting My Life Away

Texting doesn’t work for all of us.

Include me in that statement. I think that this texting thing has become completely out of control. Everywhere I go are people texting – blocking the grocery store aisle, driving and weaving down the highway – you name it. If you’re going to text, fine, but please realize there is an entire world of living people around you that don’t appreciate your rudeness and disregard for other people’s safety.

Is texting rude? In many cases, yes. I don’t mind a text here or there, but I do not want to have an entire conversation over text messaging that a simple phone call would take less than five minutes to resolve. If someone has a question that requires a simple yes or no answer, fine. But don’t expect me to send my address or other personal information, weekly schedule, or paragraphs over a text. I don’t mind a picture text once in a while, but not of every new costume you purchase each week for each your six pet Chihuahuas. First of all, I don’t own one of those fancy phones and I’m not on any plans that offer me more than 250 texts per month – and I plan to keep it that way. I like to keep things simple.

A couple of years ago I visited a friend that had a really bad habit of texting while driving on the highway in the left lane at 50 mph. She didn’t care that she was blocking traffic. She didn’t notice that she was weaving all over the road. I was her passenger, hanging on for dear life, and I have never put myself in that position again.

Not long ago on my drive home from the grocery store I noticed a teenager walking across a busy street in the neighborhood. He was completely oblivious that there were cars coming his way. Why? Because he was texting. And when he looked and saw oncoming cars lined up, he acted as if we were doing something wrong.

Instead of having family conversation, I often witness kids texting at the dinner table among other places – for hours. Parents frequently don’t step in and say anything. I think it’s extremely rude when there is company and a kid is sitting there texting the entire time, ignoring questions because they are too focused on their technological device. Has verbal communication with the new generation completely gone out the window?

I don’t know what’s worse – watching a new generation depend on texting as their sole means of communicating or witnessing my own generation fall into the trap of technological zippermouth. If you haven’t spoken to me in several months, sending a text is probably the rudest way to contact me (besides showing up at my door unannounced). Wouldn’t it be easier to just pick up the phone and call?

For me, texting is a big NO THANKS. If you really want to communicate with me, find time to pick up the phone and call or write a letter (now known as email).

I will end this with one last thought… oops, I have to go. I have an incoming text to delete.