I'm sorry you took everything I wrote so personally. And I'll be the first to admit that bashing things like no shirt and scandalous clothing is just my insecurity over in the corner, getting upset and wondering how my stomach will ever go away. But such hateful comments don't exactly make you look like a saint, either. You scold me for having no #respect and #judging and not being a woman's woman, yet you write these 140-character thoughts chockfull of hate and go to town on comment sections, saying some of the ugliest things I've ever read? Come on, now. That don't make much sense.
This entire debacle goes to show that the title really can change everything. Mine was innocent and, in fact, perhaps more intriguing by the vague nature of it. "What Your Workout Attire Says"? Huh? What does she mean? Like, if it could talk to me? Does this include men? Where is this going? I liked my title. My title was good. But make a title like Thought Catalog's, and watch as pageviews roll in all at the cost of someone's originally innocent piece of content. They should've just named it
"8 Things Stupid Slutty Bitches Really Need To Stop Wearing To Workout by Emma Golden, Someone Who Should Be Hated For This Article Or Maybe Not! OMGDRAMA CLICK HERE TO DECIDE FOR YOURSELF IF SHE'S A HUGE BITCH OR NOT!"
No? Too long? Oh well. Guess l gotta work on brevity.