On Being a Hooker
In case you didn't know, I'm still fairly new to the blogging world as I've only been blogging routinely for 7 months now. It took me a while to get used to the idea of commenting because I didn't want to leave dumb sounding comments. (I can be shy like that sometimes.) But one thing popped out at me immediately as I was reading blogs and comments back in January.
I'm not sure which blog I was on, or what post I was reading, but I'll never forget the comment I read. It said: "Great post, hooker!"
I thought, Is she being sarcastic? That's kind of rude to call her a hooker. Who are these people?
Then I saw things on other posts and twitter that said things like:
"Read my blog, hooker!" and "I love you too, hooker!"
OH!! I get it! Being a hooker is a good thing! How do I become a hooker? I wanna be a hooker, too.
I found out quickly that to be a hooker, a few things were required. You have to love to laugh. Even if it's about stupid things. It's also great if you have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy. Cussing is a plus but not necessary. (I was told at breakfast in Chicago that the non-cussing hookers live longer.) And you have to love your other hookers. (Hey, hookers! Am I leaving anything out?!)
I'll never forget the first time I was called a hooker. I was having an email chat with Christy and Melissa. Okay, fine we were ranting about a very mean and ugly person we had come across. At the end of the rant-I mean chat, Melissa said something like, "I'll talk to you hookers later!"
Aww, did she just call me a hooker? That's just so sweet!
As Lisa posted at the end of this post, hooker is a term of endearment for us. It means we love each other. We're all sisters from other mothers. Um, or something. ;o)
I have never been more honored or privileged in my life to be called a hooker. I love being a hooker, I hope I'll always be a hooker, and I most definitely love my other hookers.
The End.
14 comments:
I love this post. May I please be a hooker too?
"And there was much rejoicing!" (And my inner nerd comes out.)
Hilarious! I never thought about how that would look to someone who wasn't used to the term being thrown around.
You're going to get some skank ass people coming to your blog now. They'll be searching for hookers and will be sad that you're not topless and offering, ahem, personal favors in exchange for cash :)
HA!!
I love you, hooker! So much. I think it's awesome you wrote this post and got it all out there. I'm sure some people think we're a bunch of crazy hookers!!
p.s. You'll always be one of my hookers.
That's hilarious! I've never heard of the term either but I'm still learning American!!! ( Grew up in England where one would never have said hooker for fun!) This is great!
The first time I was called a hooker, I was like, What the hell?! And then like you, I kept seeing this word tossed around. I found it very strange for grown women to be calling each other hooker. But I got used to it and the ladies calling me "hooker", were indeed, "hookers" themselves. Now I throw around that word with the best of them.
All you blogher peeps, you are my HOOKERS.
You're my #1 hooker April : ).
I quickly picked up on the fact that 'hooker' was a term of endearment and an so happy to be called one now too. ;D
When I found your site and saw the title I thought - WHAT? But then I read it! What a relief.
Good job on the weight loss from yesterday. I hope you feel better!
Diane
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Let's not forget - "once a hooker always a hooker". Of course... hornykitty from twitter may start stalking your blog... but she's just jealous!
So glad to know ALL of you hookers! And so proud to BE a hooker!
lol! could this post make you a rock star hooker?
as i am not a true hooker, i can only guess. but i would assume that would be a high compliment, right? :P
I'm a hooker wannabe. For reals, yo.
I love me some hookers! They make me all warm and fuzzy inside. ;p
Love ya, hooker! xoxo
Being a hooker is the best! Doubt I'd be able to ever explain that to my dad (he's a pastor). ;)
Recently I realized that I'm a hooker too. That felt good.
And the breakfast part totally cracked me up. We did discuss how Mormons live longer, didn't we? I forgot. But I thought that was because they refrained from the booze and coffee, not cussing, ya goof! :)
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