Dear Kate Gosselin,


I am tired of you. I am tired of your strange haircut, I am tired of seeing your ugly children on television. I'm tired of having to feel sorry for you because you married a man who was clearly not ready to take on the responsibility of parenting, let alone wrangle eight kids. I am sick of you feeling entitled to fame merely because of the fruit your womb has bore. I know there's no other way for you to provide for your abnormally large family other than hawking a book and making television appearances, but maybe you could figure something out. It's kinda a little bit your fault for having so many kids. I don't feel sorry for you. I don't think it was God's will. Having yourself pumped full of hormones is not God's will. And yes, I'm judging you. You're not a hero, you're an idiot. An idiot who will not go away. Please go away.