Open Letter 2 My Gender: Mean Girls, Bottom Feeders & Do Nothing Bitches

**Recently my FaceBook timeline has been flooded with a lot of girl on girl hate crime and while I expect this type of behavior from a middle schooler, I do not condone this type of behavior among grown women. When you’re an adult woman flipping out that someone happens to like your bf/husband, you need to take a good hard look in the mirror, boo boo because you look ridiculous and bat shit crazy. Wipe your eyes, clean off your day old mascara, brush your hair and take a nice hot shower and pray that the skank stank comes out. Please, sit the fuck down, turn off your cell phones & keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times. We’re off to NeverNeverLand…**

Girls have a bad habit of causing more drama than is necessary. When it comes to instigating drama, we take the cake. We take the whole bakery. After millions of years of evolution, we have yet to be rid of this sickness and the women who spread this plague, infecting others with their vomitous hair balls of jealousy, insecurity and lies. We thrive on destroying each other over the most meaningless shit and we never say what we actually mean, we constantly change the story, while speaking in riddles, tweeting and reposting the latest meme or catchphrase and writing a chicken shit subliminal message on our FaceBook status in hopes that it’s seen and continues to cause more drama and harassment. I’m convinced that some of you use drama as a way to suck the life force out of the other person in order to stay young and pretty. Drama vampires. You just can’t get enough.

It began in middle school. All the amazing girlfriends I had in Elementary school suddenly went AWOL & pretended not to know me. The invisible lines had been drawn between the popular kids and the not so popular kids. This segregation was never more prevalent than during lunch period. It was as if our social circles had been predestined by some divine will or fate, but instead of baby Jesus, we witnessed the birth of the Mean Girl. And for whatever reason, I seemed to have more than my fair share of Mean Girls and they made it their personal mission, as if they had orders straight from Tom Cruise himself, to make my life a living, breathing nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. Mean Girls don’t attack physically. They rip you apart like a day old carcass with their words alone. From top to bottom they would tell you what was wrong with you, your outfit, your chosen hairstyle or lack thereof, down to the socks and shoes you were wearing. Vultures picking off the last little morsels of flesh from your bones. Leaving you looking like Keira Knightley after a long night of donuts and bulimia.

Not only did you have to worry about the Mean Girls, but you had to worry about the bullying and perpetual lying and shit talking that was happening within your own core group of girlfriends. What the fuck happened? In elementary school we all got along unless some dickless wonder didn’t get off the swing when her time was up. Friendships among females didn’t count for shit in middle school. Suddenly we became sneaky, shady and jealous if a friend of ours received more attention from the opposite sex than we did. We would come up with ways to single her out and make her feel that she was at fault for the collapse of our friendship. Constantly berating her, making her choose between her friends or her boyfriend. Meanwhile, we’re playing both sides of the fence. Filling her boyfriends head with confusing, don’t-make-no-goddamn-sense lies about his little Nightingale. Turning them against each other and when they’ve both finally had enough and break up, instead of consoling our girlfriend, we’re surrounding her now ex boyfriend in the school courtyard, filling his head with more nonsense about how it’s not his fault, he deserves better. Real sick shit. All is fair in love and war. Unless you’re going to war with a woman. You will not win. Girls don’t even win their own battles, which is why, my dear readers, a female argument will last longer than the Reconquest of Spain.

You may not even realize that you’re involved in the argument because in girl world all the fighting has to be sneaky. Look for the signs:

(These are the middle school signs, but unfortunately, regardless of how old we get, it still applies today because girls are catty cunts)

Moving on…

-Not invited to the slumber party
-They leave the table before you’re done with lunch
-No one is returning your phone calls or txts
-They’re talking to each other like you don’t exist
-They reminisce about what they did all weekend & you were not invite

Late into high school I finally realized what my female friendships meant to me and how much I needed them in my life. I always got along much better with guys, but there’s a certain bond between girls. You need to have them in your darkest moments. But beware for the one girl in the group who just happens to be a snake in the grass. There’s one in every social circle.

I’ve always been lightyears ahead of many of my peers, but the amount of growing up I’ve done in the last five years has truly opened my eyes. I don’t engage in petty bullshit drama with other girls. I don’t post one Facebook status after the other trying to bait my enemy into a heated argument…over the fucking internet no less! Grown women who are confident and comfortable with themselves don’t pay you no mind. We ain’t got time for that! Alpha females don’t give Peasants, Trolls and Trollops a second thought. If you’re sweatin’ the girl that’s throwing shade at you from across the bar because she’s drunk with jealousy over your relationship and has her death beam set on your boyfriend, you need to woman up and remember that you got him. He’s yours. You’ve already won. What do you care if some random pirate hooker wants what you have? Jealousy is flattery wrapped in barbed wire. And it’s your decision whether or not you want to scale it. But why lower yourself to fight with bottom feeder bitches? What could a bottom feeder bitch possibly say or do to make you, an Alpha female, feel any less of yourself? They got nothin’! Don’t allow their destructive, ruinous whispers reach your ears. They are vacuous, do nothing bitches and they probably have trailer trash names like Tiffany Lynn. The work is already done for you. So, woman up, treasure the amazing friends that you do have, set fire to any snake or She-Beast, free yourself of all that girl on girl crime and breathe easy.

You got this.

Subliminal Messages aka Being a Chicken Shit

ATTN: Social media users!
If you’re going to take the time & effort to speak in code, i.e. write a subliminal message to a boy/girl that you either like or despise on your Facebook timeline for ALL to see, you are officially a chicken shit. A Chicken shit is to be a coward, an unmanly being, a man without testicles, but as of late, it’s not the men folk who have been constantly writing in code on their FB pages in the hopes that whatever chick (or dude…hey, it’s 2015) will suddenly take notice.

Guys say what they want to say and are done with it. Girls, however, are snakes in the grass who will continue to send mixed messages and signals not only on their Facebook updates but in their private life as well.

***I PROMISE WE’RE GETTING TO THE POINT….I just never said when ;)***

Back in my day…(I was REALLY trying to avoid that phrase), we didn’t have Myspace, Facebook, Tinder, SnapChat, Instagram or Instant Messenger. In fact, it wasn’t until 1999 when texts could finally be exchanged between deferent networks. We didn’t have Emojis, or Apps & Built-in cellphone cameras were unheard of until 2002. Which meant……

…….We actually had to physically speak to each other. No, really. Face to face. Oh, sure we wrote notes, but that was a time when people knew how to spell and properly use grammar (most of us, anyway). We didn’t have Emojis to save our asses in awkward situations either.

No texting. No camera phones. No apps. No itunes. And no emojis. Wrap your head around that.

So, aside from passing notes during or in between classes with the guy or gal that you liked, there was only one other way to REALLY find out if someone liked you or wished that you would spend eternity in the bog of eternal stench. (If any youngsters get that movie reference….you win absolutely nothing).

We would have to speak to that person, in person and use our actual words.Yeah! we could have to vocalize what we wanted to say. Wrap your mind around that for minute….go head, I’ll wait. Not only that, but there was always the fear of rejection as well. In a txt, Email or a message on Facebook, you never had to worry about being rejected because you didn’t have to see that person face to face and be forced to stay in an awkward situation.
Facebook, Myspace, Email,Texting, it has become a very convenient place to hide.

It has turned us all into little cowards, who for whatever reason will not say what they really need and/or want to say. Do you honestly think that posting a meme every five minutes represents you as a person? Are you only capable of re-posting your friends status updates because you truly have nothing to say? Sheep.

***And finally what you’ve all been waiting for…the finale. And the fucking point to this rant.***

Subliminal messages run rampant on Facebook and neither of you are any good about hiding or making your message discrete. You’re not fooling anybody. Not only that, but your attempt at hiding a status within your own Facebook makes you appear to be a little bat shit, as well as a chicken shit. Attempting to hide a bullshit message on your Facebook in the hopes that the person may see it and completely understand what and whom you’re discussing & stop everything so that he/she can battle it out over a Facebook status sounds bat shit crazy to me.

Arguing over a Facebook status is more than a little ridiculous. Jumping from the Grand Canyon would make more sense than tearing each other a part over what was written on a social media page.

***Almost done. I promise.***

And for those of you who continuously write subliminal Facebook status messages about a “special someone,” or a person you hate but have no idea why you hate said person, you are the problem and the host to this virus, which will continue to spread, consume and fester. Acting big and bad on Facebook about a person you’re having beef with makes you look like a complete ass hat, chicken shit, who is in dire need of growing a pair and tell that “special someone” how you really feel. And if you have major beef with someone, don’t be that guy/girl who hides behind social media.

Yeah, you’re really tough behind a computer screen, you cheap dime store hood.

***And for those not in the know…Cheap Dime Stores were stores that sold things to the equivalent to 10 cents & Hood means a trouble maker or LOW LIFE. So, really, the complete translation is a person who has nothing better to do than to hang out in front of dime stores.***

***Moral of the story***

Don’t rely on Social Media to get your point across. Don’t waste time writing hieroglyphics. You’re not being honest with yourself or the other person that you claim to like so much. And although he/she may know that you’re talking about them, they would much rather hear it from your mouth about how you feel. You could be rejected 100x, but at least you used your words. Posting a message written in code only appears desperate. Guys always know when you’re talking or thinking about them while they’re spying on your twitter. But dudes are simple creatures and if they’re worth a damn, they would much rather hear it straight from the horses mouth or your mouth. Whichever.

On that note, I’m going to give this issue a rest. I said all I needed to say and I didn’t have to write it in ancient aztec on my Facebook page.

So, yeah….

Scarlett Fay Now Writes For (Cum Xpose Yourself) plz RT

I am extremely excited to spread the news that I am currently writing or AIPDaiylcom. I’ve known the Editor in Chief for many years, Christina, who has helped promote may of my my porn features and happenings since the day I joined porn star kindergarten. Christina has been amazing and has given me a huge opportunity to interview people from all walks of the adult entertainment lifestyle. From cam girls, fetish models, porn stars (past and present), and I am extremely excited to get my personal article up and running.

Now, I realize that quite a few of you are waiting patiently, very patiently for your interview questions and trust me, they are on their way. I don’t want my article to be the same interview questions that you’ve been having to answer repeatedly throughout the time you’ve spent in the adult industry. Every question, for every interviewee will be different, which takes time and a hell of a lot of patience. But I haven’t forgotten about any of you. It has been a rough two months for me and I’ve had to put a lot of things on the back burner, but this is definitely a priority for me and just by receiving the interviews from most of you I just know this is going to be a great article.

No one is off limits when it comes to my article. If you’re interested in promoted something, getting your face/product out there, please, by all means, email me directly at It’s 15 questions, which are not your usual, boring porn star questions. Along with your interview you will provide six photos of yourself and you will have the opportunity to promote any upcoming movies, webcam sites, clips for sale, etc. We want to expose you in the best way possible 😉

As far as photos go, we typically ask for landscape photos for the header, nudes are definitely okay but nothing explicit. Please feel free to check out and if you’re interested in an interview please don’t be shy to contact me. Xo’s & Oh’s all over your pink parts!

Scarlett Fay