PattyBloom

Punisher = puny... Go to work, it's for the best. Always swinging blindly... Hahaha! I feel sorry for you, poor masked coward, with who knows what screechy voice from a frustrated scribbler. Yeah!

And why would you want my husband’s cell phone number? Let’s just see if underneath the guise of The Punisher, there’s actually a gentle girl in search of adventures and lacking resources (since you want to snatch up my man). If that’s not the case, prove me otherwise... give me your number! Or if you have Skype, we can chat there.

I’ll get specific about why I stumbled upon this "review." Personally, I find Avril Lavigne pleasant; I don't mind her at all. The fact that I'm 40 years old doesn't mean I'm deaf or that I don't live in this time. I have a 17-year-old daughter who listens to the artist in question, and often we find ourselves humming along to Avril's lyrics together. I wanted to deepen my knowledge, so I peeked at De-Baser, as I often do, to get some tips on whether it was worth purchasing the CD. Now, while reading you, I found not a critique (even a negative one, why not?) of the album, but a questionable (why not?) fantasy tale, in which you declare yourself (even your nickname is not a coincidence) the punisher. But who are you punishing? Those who don’t think like you? Those you don’t like? You published yourself...? Well, then just like you criticize (and you're free to do so), I’ll do it too.

hahaha! Sensitive one! Huh? I struck a nerve touching on your presumed virility. Besides, for me, impotent has more than one meaning. Since you talked about giving me a "couple of punches," interpreting the term in the way I wanted... Well, I’ll make a nice copy and paste from the Garzanti dictionary that you can find online (http://www.garzantilinguistica.it/interna_ita.html... don't be presumptuous, we all need to consult it sooner or later, especially if we write and publish what we've written): Entry IMPOTENTE. Definition adj. lacking the strength to perform a given action: impotent to react; declaring oneself impotent | ineffective, one that does not achieve the aim: an impotent law; impotent rage, sterile, which cannot be translated into action ¶ adj. and n. m. and f. (med.) who is affected by sexual impotence § impotently adv. lacking strength, power. I’m not a schoolmarm (and I see nothing wrong with being one), and honestly, all your "hysterical little lady" tirades against me do not touch me. To me, you write poorly. I’m giving you feedback, and the critique is directed not at you as a person (as you are doing towards me) but at what I found you did on this site.

If Avril is one of your idols, take my mother off the list!!!

You've fallen back into the habit of passing judgment and categorizing. Of course, criticisms don't phase you... I write like this, just because I have nothing to say, because I'm a spinster schoolteacher. But what about you? Why do you write? Ah! Right... because you play with words, you have fun with them. But even games have rules, and rules are made to manage things in the best way. For some, rules are also made to be broken, to do as they please. Anyway, buddy, I couldn’t care less about taking "de prenne du botte" (in any sense you want) from you! If I'm a spinster schoolteacher, to me, you are a potential impotent.

KiArAvRiL, I'm going to step aside now (unless I have to chime in)... Since I'm going to vote.

.... One more thing you say about me (without spitting out judgments! Nooo! Because you don’t do it! And without judging!) that is really a baseless claim, is that I would be afraid of aging, that I seek the solidarity of the young, and that I’m the classic mom who wants to be friends with her children... Boom! Nonsense! We’re not on the same page... I never lose sight of my role as a MOTHER, even though I try to have open and respectful dialogue with my children; I am not afraid of aging because I see it as not a problem but a consequence of life. Lastly, your assertion that I am definitely separated... I’m so sorry for you, but I have been married for 19 years to the same man, and I assure you we have no intention of separating (not even to do you a favor). Here, you’re the one playing the role of Aunt Lidia, the nagging and troublesome one who would give you “lectures.” By the way, I’m also a stunning forty-something because I really like myself a lot! Here you go... take that home with you. Prove me wrong, although it is true that: de gustibus non est disputandum.

Wow The Punisher! You didn't understand a damn thing. You tell me I'm being a moralist when reading your comments (and it’s clear from the nickname you’ve given yourself, oh well!), but there’s only one moralizing person here: you. If you’re free to say whatever you want, I have every right to express my thoughts, and I did so by addressing you directly. You say I expect to know you and that I can't judge you; that's fine with me because I haven't judged you arbitrarily, but based on what you've said; and what you say doesn’t add up to me. I believe I am free to express my opinion. I may have seemed like an old bore to you: honestly, I couldn't care less. Most of the things you declare are nonsense without head or tail. The fact remains that you don't know Italian grammar: when speaking in the feminine, the third-person singular personal pronoun in its unstressed form is "lei," used as a complement in both enclitic and proclitic positions "LE," not "GLI." At the very least, out of respect for your readers, you could correct (or have someone correct) it. Here I've really sounded like a know-it-all, because what I'm saying is indisputable.

Bini, I’ve never pretended to be a fake teen, and if I want to be here, I’m here! Who can stop me? And this doesn’t mean I can’t reconcile being a mother, a wife...