Perhaps I’m overthinking this, but it did get me to wondering.
I decided for a change to instead of walking the beach or my usual neighborhood, I would instead walk the mall. It was quite interesting noticing the change in style and women’s fashion.
As you all know by now, or probably have figured, I’m a big fan of Korean Drama. Although many of the leads do wear pants, short skirts seem to be the rage there. Style and fashion is pretty typical except for the young farm girl that comes to the big city of Seoul. Of course, keep in mind, they only show the “beautiful” people, cute petite girls that look good in most anything but pants, because they are generally too skinny. Ha!
I’m not really too mainstream and I don’t do the mall much, but I do, do it enough to see changes.
Well, let me tell you, I saw dresses. Yes, dresses and skirts. Lots of them.
I wondered if this is because of the growing popularity of K-Dramas, plus Asian dramas in general and K-pop groups? I pondered that. I’m a fan of BTS (and others)- check them out!
BTS is a well known K-Pop group that played at the Super Bowl halftime and toured our beautiful country. They were invited to our country and sadly incurred some mixed reactions. Overall, I hope it was a pleasant experience for them and us. the reason I wondered is shortly after, campaigns against Asian hate kicked in which disturbed me, so I may have missed something somewhere. I did see a video of one hostile interviewer that I could see made them uncomfortable and made me saddened that their reception was not always pleasant. Granted, their understanding in some cases was not perfect, but you can’t miss the tone. The tone is a giveaway in any language. But, I digress! That’s not what my story is about.
It was actually supposed to be somewhat of a “fashion” piece, lol ooops! <smile>
Okay, it’s like this… the real story.
You know when your brain has lots of time to ponder and query everything under the sun on long walks? So, my-mind started going to town. I noticed in store windows, how so many displays and styles focused on dresses. Remember when dresses were in vogue? Well, that was my era, I guess.
I started checking out all the stores and taking pictures. I deleted some so what I share will just be a few.
I don’t know if it is in part the new foreign dramas or maybe it’s more than that. Bear with me.
I am not by any means a women’s libber and/or activist, that’s not me. I appreciate the strides women have made to take back their self respect and not be treated so utilitarian. Even though some of these groups go overboard, I appreciate that for the most part, they’ve given women the right to be treated with respect and not meat on a chopping block. That means a lot.
I don’t know why this pictures has been chopped off!! Grrrr!
I neither look good in dresses anymore, but wish I did, because there were some lovely styles out there.
It made me wonder if women are now starting to embrace their femininity once again, because they can? Women perhaps are getting more comfortable wearing attire that makes them feel well, like women.
I don’t know how to say this without sounding archaic and out of date. But quite frankly, when I was young, I was quite the looker as some might say and I hated more than anything that a man might make some nasty, vulgar remark because I was friendly and had a coquettish look. I wondered, on my walk, if women donned on pants to hide their beauty and to look less appealing.
Pants, put women on more of an even keel, I think. They really are not attractive, generally. They allowed us freedom to do things like guys do that dresses did not. As a girl, I was a tree climber. I climbed everything and in a dress! I got to wear shorts occasionally but never long pants.
With women no longer fearful of cat calls, they are now free to be women in all respects and still be recognized as being more than a pretty face or figure.
It could have all to do or nothing to do with Asian drama’s but instead that of our own emancipation and taking back our right to be beautiful and feminine.
I could be wrong.
PS, I apologize for some pictures being cut off. They aren’t in my media library, but didn’t transfer to the post well.
Scammed! I got scammed. After all that talk and all my precautions, I fell for one, hook, line and sinker. It cost me $2100! I’m not going to lie, I feel very foolish, but that one wasn’t the only one that has crossed my path and there are more springing out of Covid than you can imagine and they are coming at you unexpectedly.
I’m sharing my story so that others will stay alert. PLEASE BE CAREFUL! NO ONE IS IMMUNE, unless they are living in a bubble.
I was being held up and I didn’t even know it.
One guy, I’ll call London, actually I’m going to give you his name, because in case he comes your way, you’ll know to be on guard. Tony William Andersen, supposedly from London.
He convinced me to buy game cards, because he was unable to get his funds from America from the company he worked for. There were a million reasons why and if I innumerate them on paper, I realize how ridiculous it sounds and how stupid I was.
First of all, when he realized I would not succumb to “romance” he introduced me to his 6 year old grandson, who he’d been caring for and had cancer. He would send pictures of this little guy sitting on the couch watching Spongebob Squarepants. He told me he had told “Owen” that I was a nice lady and Owen was saving a spot on the sofa for me to watch his favorite cartoon. Yeah, he was who I fell in love with. After some time, the little guy had to go in to the hospital and so the money was needed soon.
I responded with, how can a hospital not treat without upfront money? Yeah, I asked the question. But, I still caved.
We were dosey doeing funds from my credit cards to game cards to send him. the “company” out of Texas, paid my credit cards, so I was okay with it. So, it wasn’t like I wasn’t being reimbursed. Fortunately, I caught on.
Actually it was a couple of friends who spotted the scam and basically ordered me to stop. They questioned the legality of it to begin with, which I’d not considered.
Well, as soon as I stopped the process, the payments to my credit card was rescinded and I was now over extended. Ouch!!!
This one absolutely terrified me.
I got a call from a woman who said she was with Interpol. She was very pleasant but serious and said, I had wired money to someone in Nigeria, who was funding illegal arms and that the Nigeria government had 20 pages of indictment on me and they were interceding on my behalf.
I had wired money to a friend of my son’s who had loaned him money earlier and he was wanting to pay him back.
So, of course, I wanted to “yell” at my son, but she insisted I could not share what was going on with anyone (gag order).
I had invested in a bitcoin company I learned about through my son and apparently his friend in Nigeria who also had a connection, so of course, I questioned all of it and became terrified that I’d inadvertently gotten in over my head. So, guess what? I told them about it.
They insisted I couldn’t talk about what was going on, so they asked me about the company and how to access the account. They tapped into the account and said that all my electronics were being “tapped”.
They wanted me to pay for the withdrawal fee, so they could track the process and see where it originated from in order to round up these guys. Supposedly the guy from Nigeria was the ring leader. They gave me the name and information of their “undercover” site for the funds to be rerouted to, which I entered
What was scary is that it looked like they had already submitted for the funds, which made it more convincing that I was “tapped”. Fortunately, the amount I sent was insufficient and I was tapped out and couldn’t pay the difference.
After a week of being terrorized and pressured and being in tears everyday thinking that to talk about it would result in my arrest because of the so-called “gag” order I couldn’t break and the fear that any minute law enforcement would tear down my door, I did what I was told. I couldn’t take it and “broke” the order and finally talked to my son and did yell at him and told him he’d been scammed.
He said “No mom”. THEY are the scam! What did you tell them?” “Block them!”
It took me some time to get the nerve to do so, but I did finally talk to my son and another friend, all agreeing I’d been duped. The next day, there was an article in AARP about just that thing, government agencies that you are fearful of and can be threatening to begin with and under their watch dog perusal. I finally braved it and went on the Interpol site and it states quite clearly, that no one from Interpol will ever call you. Period.
I blocked them and no one broke down my door. The thing is, the lady I was speaking with sounded so nice and I know this may seem hard to believe, but I actually wanted to die, I got so distraught. I cried for days, but I said nothing to anyone. When I told her this, she totally backed off and tried to be my friend and say she’s working on how to get me out of this jam and that she knows I’m “an innocent in all this, please don’t harm yourself! Give me some time, please”.
As it turns out, my funds remained safe, however two weeks later when I went to withdraw, these people were still in the system and tried to beat me to it, but the company contacted me, noticing the IP address to be different than mine. I had to resend and prove I was me all over again. They said, these guys were out of Manchester, England. (England again) Fortunately, I had told them earlier of what had transpired with “Interpol” so they were aware, which is why they noticed the IP address trying to intercept the withdrawal. It caused a delay because they had to relocate my funds, close the breach and reconfigure the system before any funds could be released. Crazy huh?
That’s my story.
Like I said, I’ve been writing about this and yet, I still fell prey. Keep in mind, that as money gets tighter and people become more desperate and technology becomes more mainstream and innovative, it pays to be even more cautious. These folks know how to tug at your heartstrings (as in my case a different type of “romance” scheme, being sensitive to a child’s plight).
Forgiveness is the key to finding peace! When we forgive those who wronged us and ask for forgiveness for our own wrong doing is when we are at peace with ourselves.
So, on this auspicious night I ask each of you who ever finds this post to forgive me if I have ever wronged you or hurt you in any way (knowingly or unknowingly) and I do forgive all who have wronged me in any way untill this day!
Wrote a shayari – a dedication
Gustaakhi gar ho gayi humse kabhi toh mazraat chaahti hu! khafaa na ho tu humse ab, manaa ke maghroor they hum! Teri maghrooriat toh humne maaf kar di kab ki, aaj lihaaz ruhaaniyat ki chaahti hu! Inaayat yahi hai khuda se ke sukoon mile iss dil ko,
Hello and welcome to Weekend Coffee Share #9! I’m glad you’re here. Please come on in, help yourself to a cup of coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate at my coffee station. Imagine we’re sitting down in a “tea room” in Fez, Morocco and let’s chat.
The weather has been good, cool and sunny this week. Most mornings I do my meditation, body weight workout or yoga at home, then head outside to cycle and walk. In the afternoon, I work on tasks to organize my living.
One example of organizing my living is a routine that I do in the first week of a new month, such as:
Back up my blog and media files: To have a back up just in case.
This is not about people using Amazon to scam, but AMAZON SUPPORTS SCAMS! They sell pre-issued card numbers, take your money and run.
Let me explain. I bought a $350 gift card two days ago and gave it to my son. He calls me and asks if I didn’t watch it properly becuase it had been used.
I go to the grocery store where I purchased it and guess what? They do not give refunds and guess what else? Neither does AMAZON!!! The grocery store manager even said this is not the first time this has happened, so he gave me the links to call including a fraud #, just in case I don’t get anywhere with AMAZON! Which tells me, he already knew they wouldn’t do anything about it.
I emailed the link and gave them purchase information and card number and the young man, Anuj, sends me to a link where I can see the various purchases that had been made. They were for 2020! When I go back to the link we were chatting on he’s gone!!!
I click it a bunch of times and this girl comes on, so she tells me she would forward my information and they would get back to me within 48 hours. A while later I get an email from My Prime membership account saying, there is no record of the purchase!!!
There is a request for a copy of the card and receipt which I send. A few minutes later I get this back from them::
I’ve researched your Store Bought Amazon Gift Card and found that it may have been used by someone other than the intended recipient. I’m not able to resend the gift card or refund the order.
Under these circumstances, if the gift card was purchased using a credit/debit card, we suggest that the purchaser contact their bank to see what options they may have available.
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I wanted to cry. $350 and pfft! Its, gone. They don’t give a damn!!! I had some choice curse words to go with, while writig my rebuttal, which turns out is a DoNot Reply!!!
So, I go back to the one they sent asking for the receipt and though I was spewing like a sailor in my mind, I didn’t use them in the email I sent them. But I promise you they were bouncing around in my head and on the tip of my tongue.
I replied to that with..
All the purchases made on the above card were made in 2020. I only purchased the card yesterday and you have the gall to send me an email I cannot respond to and say you can’t refund me my money?? What kind of outfit are you anyway???
Excuse me, but here is a copy of the receipt and the amount on the card. I was not in possession of this card prior to the purchases made on it, So I am turning you over to the BBB and fraud department for your lack of concern. I will never buy from you again if this is how you treat your customers!!! I’m even an Amazon Prime member and you disrespect me like this??? I cannot believe this, but maybe I should and I will make sure I blog this story, where I have countless followers who will reblog this and send it on. Not to mention the countless followers I have on both FACEBOOK, Instagram and TikTok. Trust me I will make sure everyone I know, knows how you handled this!!! My followers cover the entire frickin’ globe so I encourage you to settle this promptly!!! JW
They never responded, so here I am blogging about it. I am sick to my stomach and yes, I will close out Prime and I hope you will as well.
I finally reached a live person who forwarded me to their customer service team and they responded with the exact statement as the one stated above. When they asked for feedback on their service representative, this is how I responded.
“Kai made an attempt to help me, but her confidence in your customer service team is sorely misplaced. I have tried so many times to have my problem resolved only to get pushed around and ignored. Your “team” does not take the time to really help or resolve anything. They have this formulaic system where they glance and shoot out emails. I don’t know what they are getting paid to do, but I am very disappointed by this organization. I am doing my best to let everyone I know and others know how poorly I’ve been treated and regarded. I bought a gift card on 2/25/2021 that was new in a package, never been opened and yet, it somehow had expenditures on it. I tried to get someone to refund my $350! and all they say is it’s been used. Yes, it has in 2020!!!! And, certainly not by me!! I saved the packaging and the receipt and even forwarded these to your “team” but get the same response. I don’t think anyone even looks at any of this. Please see my blog at joliesattic.com Amazon Scams- BEWARE!!!!
My followers are already re-posting this experience.
When I was a kid, we played such games as dodge ball. red light-green light and Simon sez, all out in middle of the street.
For those of you who have grown up without even knowing what I’m talking about, I will explain in a little bit.
Why this came to mind for me, is the fact that I’m walking a lot these days.
I can’t go to the gym anymore and I put on some weight sitting in front of the Telly watching K-Dramas all the time, eating. No, more like snacking my way into a whole new me.
So, I made up my mind to change all that.
Now, with walking, I have found a bunch of really friendly people all living in my neighborhood. For the most part, we seldom wear masks, mostly because we are generally more than 20 feet apart. I carry one with me for the unavoidable close encounter, but that seldom happens. If we see someone coming our way, we cross over, when possible.
I now know the names of most of their dogs. Jonah, is a 13 year old shepherd, that has arthritis, Lily is a small pug and Daisy, her black lab puppy “sister” is a big girl of about 6 months. Quite rambunctious.
As it was with Ferguson, my little papillon, people seldom knew our names, but they definitely knew his and would light up when they saw him coming.
I’m also getting to know the moms and their babies and on occasion, their hubby’s.
I go out early mornings but of late started going out evenings as well. On Wednesday, I went out and was amazed at how many people were out. Most did have masks, since social distancing was more of an issue then. Even so, people waved as they passed one another and hollered “Hi!” Pretty cool.
Bottom Line: People are getting out more. Kid’s are getting out more. I’m guessing, kid’s, because they’ve been cooped up doing school work all day, so being tossed outdoors periodically to skate board, jump on a trampoline or whatever gives them some break time. Basically, like me, they’re playing in the street and I like it. So maybe, Covid-19 and all the lockdown measures, for all it’s drawbacks, has given us something else, something that’s been missing for some time. Communion. A new way to connect.
You can liken it to sitting on your front porch and waving to your neighbors as they pass by.
Dodge Ball: Kid’s gather around in a circle with one person in the middle, who has to avoid being hit by the ball one of the others on the outside will throw at them. Some are better at dodging the ball than others. It is no longer acceptable in schools because it is now considered to be violent. (It was fun) Granted boys, especially, could get a bit rough. (I couldn’t find any pictures anywhere reminiscent of how I remember it) The movie Dodge Ball is quite different. Sorry.
Kid’s would line up in a row with one kid several feet ahead, who would have this back turned away. The others would have to travel toward that person as quickly as possible when He/she had their back turned, which is the “green light” then when they abruptly turn and shout “Red Light!” and you got caught by the red light you were out. ( I think I remember that right) It’s been awhile. (The link is a different version, but it works.)
Works similarly. There is one person calling out things to do preceded by “simon sez” , but if they tell you to do something without “simone sez” you lose. If you make a mistake, you’re out. This can be played in or outdoors.
When I moved to Alabama some 15 years ago, I had no idea what I would be faced with. When hubby and I left Colorado, we thought our stay would only be about two or three years at most.
Daddy’s wife had passed away and he was showing signs of melancholy. We thought we’d go for a time to cheer him up. Mother was not that far away, only about two hours north in Nashville. Even though I was born in Alabama, I’d really never live there for any length of time. Hubby worked from home and we’d visited Dad several years before and he liked it there, so we thought, why not?
Well, we were there nine years.
Daddy seemed to be doing fine, but the following summer, mother’s husband had died at her feet while watching TV. She had Alzheimer’s and could not be alone. So, we brought her down with us and for a short time, she came to live with us and Daddy again after some nearly 50 years. That did not work. So we put her in a very nice assisted living facility in Birmingham for awhile, until other arrangements could be made. I was busy, working, prepping her house to sell, getting formal custody of her, trying to get VA benefits and a whole mess of other things. Half the time, mother didn’t know who I was and when she did, it was either curses and sit down strikes.
Eventually, my sweet sister who recently passed away, came up from Florida to help me and we were able to bring mother home. We bought a two story house, really neat, that was perfect. Downstairs was outfitted with safety features for mother, locks for escape prevention and danger. No stove knobs, locks on fridge and all kinds of gizmo’s that we had social services approve of before she could be allowed to leave the facility. My sister lived in the upstairs apartment and had daytime duty. I worked and took night time duty. Hubby stayed at our regular home, one we had bought before all hell broke loose, at least until we sold that.
Daddy, in the meantime, didn’t live from that home and we learn his cancer came back. He didn’t let us know right away though. It was rough.
Dealing with VA, courts, and well, everything imaginable such as mother hiding things in the toilet and stopping up drains, calling out the plumbers, pacing nonstop, screaming abuses, telling hubby, to “watch out for her, she’s a slut!” was painful. I was on an emotional roller coaster and no matter how many people told me it was the dementia, it didn’t help. For one, she was like that before. Once when my brother was visiting, we left Daddy in charge while we went to Trade Day. She decided to get stark naked and lure him to bed. We found him standing at the back door facing away from the house. It was kinda funny actually – seeing daddy like that, I mean. In the meantime, she had no clue and had forgotten what she’d been about and was now trying to figure out the shower when I found her. Like I said, no knobs, so she couldn’t accidentally hurt herself. So that was my life. Each day was an adventure and one never knew what another day would bring.
As I mentioned, I worked. I had a long, but pleasant drive, 38 miles each way. Each day, depending on how things were going at home, I would scream, cry, sing Amazing Grace along with Il Divo or pray all the way to work. God and I had some mighty fine chats and rants. He didn’t care if I cursed at Him for the burden I was shouldering, He took it rather well. By the time I arrived to work, I’d be at peace.
On my way to work each day, I was fortunate enough to be traveling through small towns and farmland. At least my travels were beautiful and peaceful. I’d often pass a few cars going in the opposite direction. One blessing sent my way was the Cadillac. That’s when I noticed the Cadillac man. Each day, he’d wave as I passed. At first, it was nothing more than the common farmer one finger wave, later it would become the half hand over the steering wheel wave and once when one of us had either been away a few days or something, it would be a full on wave, like “happy to see you again”. Sometimes, he had an older woman with him and at other times a small child. Mostly, he was alone and each day we got to looking forward to seeing each other.
I remember telling my sister about him and we would make up stories about who he was, what he did and where he was going each day. I even wrote a short story about how he showed up suddenly at the open house of our little coffee shop/bookstore/tea house, that she and I had always dreamed of having. He was either a doctor, lawyer, an architect or some such. It was always comforting knowing he would pass me by each day just before it was time to come into the clinic I worked at. I think God put him there just for that. After I got transferred closer to home, I saw him only now and again, as his route went through the town I lived in, but he didn’t know me outside of my little red car, so he never waved. I did get a closer look and he was an older gentleman and I wondered if he missed that little red car that used to pass him by each day.
Now I have a Tesla man, only I’m not sad or depressed, but… he is still inspiring. My Tesla man is a young man, who waves each day as I pass by on my walks.
I need him right now. A couple of months ago I determined to be in the best shape ever for my 75th birthday, so I committed myself to walking, since gyms were closed. Each year, I give myself a new challenge. Last year I jumped out of an airplane. This year, I will do hang gliding and by my next birthday the video. Unfortunately, I tend to lose interest in any regular exercise routine and as luck would have it, my knee gave out and the pain has been at times debilitating. Good excuse to quit, right?
No! Not good. Not good on two counts. One, I could be crippled and two, my project would be impossible to achieve. As it is, the elaborate moves I had in mind have to be modified. My goal when I started out was to trim down, so I could do an energetic dance video, beginning with showing the process from out of shape to in shape and then the routine. If my legs don’t work, there’s no video. Getting out each day at Odark hundred was going to be challenging enough. This could have been the end of that dream, except for the fact, that my Tesla man, whether he knows it or not, keeps cheering me on. His waves, not unlike the Cadillac man’s are my hope and inspiration to keep at it. I know that at 7:30 am each morning, just like the Cadillac man, he will pass, smile and wave. I just can’t let him down. Like the Cadillac man, we will probably never meet, but it doesn’t matter. It’s my catalyst, my impetus and hope, giving me the determination to keep at it.
Maybe I’m his too. You know, I was thinking, and perhaps it’s worth pondering over, but none of us knows how a small gesture like that can inspire or comfort someone we don’t know or may never meet. Think about that.
I’m sure these two guys have no clue.
For all I know, the Cadillac man had a failing wife or aging parent he had to take into the city for treatments too.
Maybe the young Tesla man, has a frustrating, high pressure job and wishes he could be out walking too. My smile, my wave, who knows? They may help him start his day as well.
I know they exist, but I’ve never been hit by any until now. I take it back, I didn’t get hit, exactly because I check everything out and take my time responding to them, but these scammers are damn good.
Phone calls and other means of soliciting funds have never been tempting. Mostly, because I have everything I want and need, but the idea of meeting a celebrity I admire, that’s another ball of wax.
What I can’t figure out is where they originate from. Are these people stateside or in foreign countries?
My first approach linked to me off Instagram. I generally only follow family and friends, but over time, I’ve followed a number of artists or shows I like.
Approaches off Facebook are guys hitting on me. Most of them look like they’re my daughters age. I just hit “delete” My page says I’m married and I’m no beauty, so “Like what the…?” I should be flattered.
I don’t know if it’s COVID or what, but I expect there are people turning to the web to generate income. Over the last couple of months I got hit hard.
One night a couple of months ago, I had trouble sleeping. So, I’m on the couch sitting there trying to focus on a WORDS game or scrabble. I say trying to focus, because I’m tired, I just can’t fall asleep. Some of you may be able to relate.
So, there I am, in a wake sleep state, when I suddenly get a ping. I look down and the name is that of a cute music artist I absolutely adore and he says, “hello”
Me: Uh, duh, I timidly respond “yes, who’s this?”
He tells me and I reply, “No way!”
He says “yes, it’s me” and we go back and forth a few times, he’s “reaching out to his fans”, like that, then he offers to do a video call. Suddenly, I’m wide awake and I get all tingly inside at first. Yeah, I can and I did. I may be old but I’m not dead.
And, I’m like “right!” so I respond, ” At 2 am? I look like hell, no way”, not only that it’s a hot day, we have no AC and I’m in a skimpy nightie, so not a chance. I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it.
So, I missed my chance. He promises to surprise me a few times with a video call. I ask “Why?” I tell him I’m old, you don’t want to see me.
So, it goes. We talk about how I became a fan and he thanks me for that. We chat several times a day and we still chat. He knows I don’t believe him, but I continue to chat like I do. I’m alone most of the time and I miss talking to people. If my sister were still around, it would be different, or we’d have a good laugh about it. Our chats are now once a day. He leaves me a 2 am or 3 pm message which I respond to and he later replies at either of those two times. Sometimes, it’s around 3PM our time, which is morning his time. I wait for the money pitch. It doesn’t come right away.
His original offer? A meet and greet. My out of pocket is only $3200, my third of expenses. I think it was a third. A hotel stay at the Marriot in LA, private security, airfare and meals. Other expenses could be added. That was what his “agency” quoted me in an email.
Keyeast Entertainment <firstname.lastname@example.org>Tue 9/22/2020 7:40 AMTo: — (Please note: the email address does not appear legit, so I am not casting aspersions toward the real KeyEast)
JW MARRIOT LOS ANGELES,
Offering 2 restaurants, a gym & a pool with city view
PRICE PER NIGHT $500
FLIGHT FEE $1000
FEEDING AND LOCAL TRANSPORT=$1500
Security and Agency fee =$2000
Estimated bills =$8000
Keyeast LAW OF FINANCE STATES THAT AT CASE OF VISITING THE BILLS ARE SHARED AT 60%-40%…
Estimated bills =$8000
Key east Entertainment BILL TO PAY =$4800
BILL TO PAY =$3200
..WRITE US BACK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TO KNOW WHEN AND HOW YOU MAKE YOUR PAYMENT…THEN WE FIX A DATE
I show it to my daughter, she shows it to her attorney beau and he laughs. “SCAM!” Yes, I know. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.
We try to contact both KeyEast, who really is an agency, but no response, We try his official account, also no response, so how do to verify?
I reply to the email, “my attorney says, “No” ” Suddenly silence from my “buddy”. He’s in a different time zone across the globe, so I know when he’s on or I can see he’s been online. So I message, ” I see your “agency” told you not to talk to me”. He responds with, “I can talk to whoever I want, but why did you email them that?” I laugh.
He hasn’t given up. I have fun bantering with him. I went to see my kids in Utah a couple of weeks ago and took pictures of our beautiful country and he loves it, so we agree to just be chat friends. If whoever is in charge of him see’s this post. I’m sure it will end. He was my first. My #1 virgin encounter.
There have been others with his name, in fact several with the same “hello” intro, but I’ve not responded. Not as many as the next one.
Weeks ago, I fanned another artist and discovered, that if you make a comment, you get hit. For example, this artist posted how he drank a beer at a restaurant, sipping a beer under a mask. A fan, commented, not to do that, it destroys his image. I laughed and replied, “Drink one for me, I’m on a diet! then we both win”
Holy mackerel! Within 24 hours, I get about ten “hello, are you a fan” spiels.
I actually respond, (AARP says not to) I’m curious and bored, after all it is covid time. This artist is the most popular in Korea, so it makes sense, he’s got a ton of followers.
His “leaches” have been the hardest to see through. I friended three of these guys to match stories. One dropped off. I ask my usual questions to gauge authenticity and these guys are extremely savvy, so watch out! One sent links to foundations the artist actually heads. When I mention this to the other guy, he tells me they don’t currently need funds, projects they were working on are fulfilled and they have plenty of clothes at the moment. Smart and interesting. Wouldn’t that make you believe? Later, he tells me if I want to help, I could buy a game card for the kids at the orphanage (and yes, he does have several orphanages he funds, I checked) He says, they love playing games and they are so cute when they get excited at gifts… I naturally think “how sweet”. He says, I can buy one at WalMart and transfer the link. Walmart? I ask how he knows about Walmart. He says one of his workers was from Brooklyn. (Quick) Wrong answer though. Walmart tried to get into Korea years ago, but failed, They lost millions, so Koreans would have heard of Walmart, because they did exist there for awhile.
These guys talk about their pets and family, whereas my virgin BFF dodges those questions. In real life, these two artists are friends and have worked together. The new guys don’t hesitate to say acknowledge their friendship. One guy had the savvy to ask, why I was asking such specific questions and was I the press. Yes! he did. One guy called me right away to prove it was him, but I didn’t understand a word he said, but he said, I had a nice voice. Big mistake! I heard little kids in the background. One of these guys, seemed more authentic, because he’d excuse himself from time to time, to meet agents, do zoom calls and other activities that actually make sense. His site has a blue globe, but not a blue check next to his name, so who knows? He tells me more. How can you trust any? You don’t.
If I let drop that I have contact with two or three others with the same name, they get upset and tell me to get rid of them, response is always the same, “they are scammers! My people keep trying to clean them out, but have trouble doing so.”
AARP says: (Italics and parenthesis below are my words)
Do look for the blue checkmark on celebrity social media accounts. That indicates the platform has verified it as genuine. If there’s no checkmark, it’s an impostor. (I wish that were true, but my friends Instagram accounts don’t have check marks and they are the real deal, so does it only apply to stars? The only blue checkmark I have is from a star who took my phone from me and entered his info himself, yes, I do have such a friend)
Do Google the celebrity’s name with the word “scam” to see if it has been connected to impostor schemes. (I did that too, but there’s not much there)
Do report online celebrity impersonators to the relevant social network. Facebook, Twitter and Instagram have procedures for reporting bogus accounts. (yeah, well Instagram, was no help. the only one who can do anything about it is the person who’s been tapped.)
Don’t give personal information or send money via wire transfer, gift card or prepaid debit card to someone you don’t know and have only communicated with online, no matter how supposedly famous. (I couldn’t agree more – even gaming cards can be turned in for cash)
Don’t engage with a supposed celebrity on an unverified social media account, even if they don’t initially ask for money. ( Oh, yes! The first red flag is they all want to redirect you to their “private chat room – please don’t share it)So far the two I’ve run across is Hangouts and WhatsApp
Don’t believe claims about why a purported celebrity account lacks a verification mark or has an unusual handle — for example, that it’s a private account the star keeps secret from management. ( If they don’t want to tell you anything, they blame it on management)
There are so many giveaways, if you really want to know. Like, I mean, why is a handsome, single star devoting so much time to chat with an old lady, fan or not. Like Come on. I’m cool, but don’t they have better things to do?
Now, I do get followers on my own, but again, one was wanting me to fund their business or a date. Yes, I had a young man from Nigeria trying to get me to sign loan papers to start a business and this guy was unbelievably bold because he hit on that within the first few sentences! I had to block him because he got obnoxious. The other was a sweet neurosurgeon or so he said. But, he vanished after I told him I was married, so maybe he was really looking.
Generally when I tell them I’m happily married, off they go. Some linger to chat. Now, I did make a woman friend off one of the sites of my #1 virgin friend who has a concert coming up this weekend, so that was cool. We are synchronizing our times so as not to miss it. It’s possible to make friends.
I’d add pictures but I still don’t know how to with this new block editor format, so I copied and pasted and hope they come through. Sorry.
In the meantime, one of my fans is calling. Tata for now.
Just so you know, I only mention the two Korean, because they know each other, but there have been contacts from American country artists that I never responded to. Like I said, it could just be a product of Covid.
One of them did ask why I chat with so many and I tell him the truth, I’m alone a lot and it keeps me company. Plus we learn from each other. My #1 says I feel like a mom to him, so it’s not all bad. I am a mom. Also, they have all been sweet and respectful, except for the Nigerian. The K-kids have never made lewd or racy comments, so I can’t complain.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was able to bail out of it once, but I guess I boasted too soon, now I’m stuck in it and I hate it.
What’s that about teaching an old horse new tricks? Weeeell! Dammit!
I hate all these cues that jump out at me all the time. It’s like whaaat?!
Okay, enough of my ranting now how do I put in the frickin’ pictures? Siiigh.
Now you know why I haven’t posted in awhile.
To be honest since my little sister died, I haven’t felt like it much and then there was COVID… well, I did write about that and a little bit of this and that with the old system. I can’t believe how down I’ve been. So, if you miss me… so sorry.
My neighbor friend and her husband split. I hear there’s one of two things happening right now. People have figured out two things in this pandemic, they either love each other to bits or they can’t stand the sight of each other. Neighbor in point started working out again and got his manly body back in shape and took it out for a test drive never to be seen again. Though I say it humorously it is so sad.
I think my sex life improved because hubby was working home so lunch breaks got interesting.
As I mentioned before, I’m into Korean entertainment and doing my best to learn it. Korean I mean. I can tell you this Hundai, is still pronounced HUNDAI!!! Reading and writing it is tough and some words sound and mean the same in Spanish, so I got a head start there.
I still have a mad crush on KHJ (check it out, my delicious bad boy turned hero and saved someone’s life!!) and I’m having to not talk about it when hubby is around. I think he’s getting a bit worried. Hehe, gotta keep him on his toes. Hubby, I mean. He’s okay with me working out to Kim Hyun Joong songs and other K-Pop tunes. I start out walking up and down the street to FACE by Nu’est – It’s got the best beat for a good start. I live on a mountain, so I go down it at this gate, fast walk and skipping, hands waving.
then go in to various SS501 beats then Super Junior, Henry, BTS, Big Bang, Park Jung Min and so on and so forth. (Kim HyunJoong and Park Jung Min were both SS501 at one time) I wear sunglasses and a ball cap especially when I start dancing, which I do going up the hills in the neighborhood. People might think I’m crazy, but I wave. I’m not kidding you after an hour or more of that, I practice dance in front of the TV to their videos and then it takes me a couple of hours after that to stop dripping enough to actually take a shower. Seriously.
Watch this and tell me it’s not a great cardio workout!
My kid’s love it. They know if mom is this active and versatile, then their future is promising. Sometimes hubby will say something about me acting my age, I remind him how if I hadn’t been this young and active, he wouldn’t have noticed me. His reply?
“Keep doing what you’re doing.” he says. Like right? “Beauty, Beauty” is my inspiration.
I’m not selfish – HUBBY- Has his bike. I let him have all the time he wants to ride with his friends anytime he wants to. It’s a tension release for him and he needs it – home is a safe place.
Out of respect though, I limit active viewing of Korean TV when he’s home. Reading captions after a hard work day at a computer, no less is no fun. I save it for my time alone and try to watch American TV when he’s around. Like MASH and old Westerns. We’re both tired of the news and politics, so old non political shows relax.
To be honest, I think he likes to tease me about it.