We all know PittGirl loves Wendy Bell. We all know lots of people in the city hate Wendy Bell. We all know that PittGirl is hot. I just today noticed this comment posted on the “That’s it … Wendy still rocks” post:
You so crack me up!
A friend at the station (yes, believe it or not, there are still one or two, despite the dubious reports of my alleged bitchdom and ladder climb-uppery) who alerted me to this most legit blog. Incredible, really. You’ve actually isolated hideous pictures of sans-free makeup me and compared them to my publicity photo. Honestly. Has ANYONE ever taken a good publicity photo? I challenge you to find one. A similarly good feat is to find a Waffle House with all its letters lit.
I wish I could say I find it amusing that people would take the time to berate me and my new position at Channel 4. But it’s sad. Anyone who works there who isn’t either intimidated by me or who wishes they had my job knows I am the farthest thing from a bitch. A far cry from a back-stabber. And about the last person on earth who would ever do or say anything to injure a co-worker. I don’t have enough time to shave my legs, for Christ’s sake. How is it possble that I have so much alleged time for management manipulation?
As for comments about people either loving me or hating me, I think that’s equally absurd. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say to me, “You know what? I hate you.” You know why? Because the people who think they do — wish they had what I’ve worked for. And that’s a shame. I know who I am, what I am, and how to do what I do. If you don’t, and you hate me because of it, that’s your problem. Hate me all you want.
Fact of the matter is, I’m as real as the rest of you. I like hard workers. People who are talented. Driven. Motivated. Inspired. People who can teach me things. People I can learn from. I don’t like petty. I don’t have time for petty. I deal with petty all day with three sons. If you’re a grown up, and you’re reading this, and you supposedly “hate me,” grow up. Be a better you, and you might just feel better about your own lot in life.
Best wishes, Pittsburgh! Don’t believe what you hear… or what you read. What you see is what you get with me. Love me… or hate me.
Reasons additional that I love Wendy:
- “Peace out”
- “Christ’s sake”
- “alleged bitchdom and ladder climb-uppery”
Awesome. But anyway, Burghers, there you have it, straight from Wendy’s keyboard.
Scott Baker, what say you?