As you all know, I don’t enjoy responding to critics. However, a woman named “Robin” recently left some comments that need to be addressed. If you haven’t read all of her comments, she basically questioned my authenticity then went on to talk about how ITB she was. She even wasted time trying to figure out who I was on some City Data Forum website. After that, things got sort of confusing and it just seemed like a middle aged ITB woman, who had nothing better to do than argue with people on the internet, had decided to write her life story in the comments on this blog. I figured I’d wait until she got all those insightful comments out of her system before I responded. It appears that she’s finished, since she wrote, “I will no longer attempt to pierce through your mental obtuseness.” So let me begin with my e-mail to her.
Dear Robin,
Look lady, I haven’t even been paying attention to this comment shit that’s been going on over the last three days. My IT guys have been approving the comments and were nice enough to let you continue to make a fool out of yourself, while I was busy carrying on with my normal life. I checked my blog today and saw what could only be described as your own personal ITB memoir, which was not in the least bit entertaining. The fact that you’ve been arguing with my supporters (thanks guys, jager bombs on me this weekend) for the past two days really says a lot about how significant you are. My IT guys say you live in South Carolina now. Is this true? You obviously love ITB with a passion (can’t blame you there), which makes me wonder why you left. I can only assume your departure was due to some sort of shameful incident that involved the CCC, a waiter, the back of your father’s SUV, and a broken prophylactic. Regardless of where you live, you still are incapable of comprehending the purpose of this blog. I update others, who are worthy, on my opinion of current events or about the partying that I’m sometimes sorry for. I can’t spend all day arguing on the internet, as I’ve got more important things to worry about, such as when I’m going to start pre-gaming for the Who’s Bad? concert on Saturday, or on whether I think Busy Bee is an acceptable place to be seen. Hell, deciding between Village Deli and the Community Grocery for lunch is a more important use of my time than pointing out your inability to understand why I do what I do.
I was going to ignore your first comment, but you wouldn’t stop. You said you contacted your friend from the FBI. The FBI? Really? You even had a friend call up someone with the last name “Finley” to see if I was related to them. I’m pretty sure I’ve been vetted more than Sarah Palin over the last three days. I shouldn’t waste my time, but I’m going to address a few of the many asinine statements you’ve made thus far. Regarding your first question about where I’m from; not only do I live ITB now, but I was born here (at Rex Hospital, obviously) and have lived here my entire life. You wondered why I wasn’t listed in any Wake County databases. If you knew anything about being a socialite, you’d know that all my assets are in multiple irrevocable trusts from my grandparents, (the next one is transferrable to me at age 30) and that I’m not some commoner who lets Wake County list my property value. Do the posts that I write not show how out of touch with reality I really am? I spend thousands of dollars of my parents’ money at overrated bars in Raleigh. I’ve spent 75% of my (first) trust fund on a plan to build a wall around the belt line to keep others out. My parents had kids in four year intervals to ensure that there would always be one child attending Broughton at all times. Is that not ITB? That’s not even a serious question. I’m ITB as shit. The real question is, Robin, who the fuck are you?
Sincerely,
WNF IV
The following are my responses to some of her retarded statements. Some of them have been edited because they’re so long (all the spelling errors are hers). To read the full version of Robin’s ITB life story, click here.
You asked Forrest “Do you actually know Earle Finley? He sits on the board of the Finley Foundation….” – Yeah Robin, it’s real difficult to look up a website and pretend you’re friends with these people. Name dropping doesn’t give you any credibility, although, it does let us know that you can read and use Google.
“It may interest you to know one of my dearest friends who was also raised ITB contacted and spoke at length with one of the Finleys …. and interestingly, he didn’t even know who this ITB Insider was. He had to google the website to see what it is!!”
I guess you two middle aged women have nothing better to do than try to find out if I’m related to the Finley family that you know. If you were really ITB, you would have been busy spending your husband’s money at Charlotte’s, after attending your PTA meeting at Daniels Middle School, instead of wasting your time stalking me.
“And I say that no respectable or worthy human being would have a desperate need as you obviously do to exploit the ITB area as a marketing tool. Genius marketing idea but not convincing that you are, in fact, a genuine “Inside the beltline” native. My guess is that you are a transplant from up north, capitalizing on Raleigh. You don’t even write correctly.”
You keep referring to this blog as a “marketing tool”. What the hell do you think I’m “marketing”? Sure you can purchase a t-shirt or an ITB sticker (after my IT dept. approves of your zip code), but I don’t even promote that shit. If you’re important enough to wear it, you’ll know where to get it. Also, where are all the ads on my blog if this is a “marketing tool”? That’s right, nowhere. I don’t need “ad revenue” or whatever the hell it’s called.
Someone searched this “City Data Forum” that you posted on, and found that you didn’t live in Raleigh. You quickly responded, “Nice try. I am not the City Data Forum user but I know who exactly who that person is, and the 27615 is a false zip code she used. She and I are close friends. Why would anyone in their right mind use their actual zip code on one of those things?”
Yeah……it’s your “close friend” that posts on that other site, just like the time I had to tell my Mom I was holding that bag of “nose candy” for my “friend” before we went to the “library” to “study” all night. If your friend is so ITB she would have proudly displayed her zip code.
You continued on….
“I get it. I discussed this blog with several people yesterday and recognize that I failed to interpret it’s purpose….In all truthfulness, I like this blog. I think I have already pointed out that I think it is a genius marketing idea; any visionary can grasp that.”
I do consider myself a visionary.
“But what I don’t understand is WHY the person who created this blog (who apparently is talented) would feel the need to rely upon the Finley name to make his point.”
Relying on my parents is what I do best. How else am I supposed to get the things that I want?
“Why not take this to NYC or Greenwich, CT.”
Are you retarded? Do you expect me to move to NYC or Greenwich, CT or to even waste my time trying to find out what the hell Greenwich, CT is so I can talk shit about it?
“Myers Park has nothing on Raleigh; I know this for certain. I could really get into specifics here, but will respect others privacy on this topic.” - Finally, we agree on something.
“And why would you compare ITB with Cary? You are comparing apples to oranges on that one, especially when elaborating on “status.” I don’t use money as my gauge when placing these areas into a “status” category. In my opinion, Cary is for the nouveau riche, which, essentially, has nothing to do with money. It has more to do with a mindset and the mindset in Cary will NEVER be consistent with ITB… Cary is full of people who want to show off their wealth, whether they obtained it from hitting the lottery or getting lucky by striking a business deal with a former fraternity brother… Money is easy to make these days, and back in the day (in the old south days), status was obtained through values and hard work. Cary is a beautiful place but I can’t recall a time when I have conversed with someone from there who didn’t mention their material objects or their labels. These are clearly people who think money can buy class and that is why the word “status” doesn’t come to mind when I think of a place like Cary.”
See, if you had just talked like this from the beginning we would have gotten along just fine. Except for all the “values and hard work” bullshit, I totally agree with what you said about Cary.
“I have noticed a downgrade in ITB values, mostly because of the trust fund babies associated with Old Raleigh names, practically destroying their own family names. They have failed to honor their family’s reputation ITB by going out in public and acting a certain way. I won’t mention any names here but in the 90s, there was an ITB descendant of a family, who frequented all of the bars and blew his money at certain types of establlishments (I won’t mention the name because I don’t want my phone ringing about this one). He hung out with us and was referred to as “2.8.” Get it? His sister was considered the unlucky one because she had inherited much less money than her brother. For those of you in the old Raleigh scene, you know exactly who I am talking about. Nice guy, but he managed to ruin his family name, unfortunately. People still talk about it today. The sad part is that his family was highly regarded in the community.”
This guy sounds legendary; I can only hope to achieve this status by continuing to live my life exactly as he lived his. I wonder what “2.8” means? Was that how many seconds it took him to take a jager bomb? Maybe it was how many pounds of blow he could do in a month? I’m dying to know more about him.
“ITB family names are precious to me, not only because I grew up ITB, but because I knew many of these people when they were alive, and now know their children and grandchildren. They are actually very good people, despite the “stigma” of ITB.”
I agree wholeheartedly, I just don’t know what the word “stigma” means.
I hope this has cleared up any confusion for Robin. At first, I was appalled that she would question my credibility. Once she continued to comment over and over and over, I realized that we do agree on some issues. Sadly, she already claimed that she would never return, “I am officially bored with you and won’t return to your board.” To all those other commentors who kept talking about “satire” and “critique”, I’m not sure what those words mean, so I can’t tell if you’re insulting me or not. I’ll assume it’s a compliment from a well educated ITB resident, since someone without an education wouldn’t be able to use such sophisticated vocabulary.
Poster # 41,
BS! I know for a fact that the first Harris Teeter opened in Mooresville. The Teeter family is from Mooresville and they still reside there. Check your WIKI source because it is wrong.
To Poster #21 (Gambler):
Is $100 all you have to bet? Gosh it is true that I am interacting with some poor folks now. $100…….. ha ha. $100 barely opens a kiddie bank account these days. Are you kidding me?!!
No, dear. $100 is all that you’re worth…
For the under-educated, clan, kin, and family are all ways to describe people that are related to one another. I shun to think that this needs to be explained, you being from a “Southern Family.” Maybe your time in CT shamed your southern roots?
Maybe you are juvenile enough to think this references an infamous group of misfits from the days of yore – but that wouldn’t be the first and won’t be the last time you’ve proven your ignorance. Maybe you should have attended the established educational facility off the street of St. Mary? Or taken a higher educational route that required an academic qualifier versus a check?
The Vanderbilts said they’ve never heard of you.
That $100 includes a hefty tip, right?
Hey “Aristotle” we do need to talk. We need to talk about the fact that you think (in your own words) that an income of $150,000+ constitutes “rich.” Okay, so what if Harris Teeter only opens stores in “rich” neighborhoods and uses the $150,000 figure as their gauge? And Cameron Village is by all means, NOT a “rich” neighborhood (I won’t even get into that one.) I am sorry but I have to be frank here. An income of $150,000 is a joke; it really is. I understand that our government considers one “wealthy” if making an income of $250,000+ annually, but I know people who make that much and don’t have any liquid assets. Someone who makes $150,000 annually will NEVER be wealthy unless they save and combine the remainder of their salaries with the leftovers after they have paid for their “keep up with the Joneses” mortgage payment (the wealthy pay cash for their homes) AND hit the lottery.
And to poster # 44 (ITB):
Here we go again. Is this really ITB? Why would you tell me that I am not privileged enough to know about “William” when you are the one who doesn’t even know how to spell the word. Look at your own post; you spelled it as “privlidged.” And let’s not forget that you once again referred to you are as “your.” Get lost and stop wasting my time. You’re uneducated.
And last but not less importantly, I can’t imagine how you would even begin to feel justified in suggesting that I am stalking the blogger. Isn’t he the one who tracked down my IP address and called my girlfriend’s cable company in his attempt to locate the owner of the IP address? Yes, she was contacted today about this from the security department because some headcase has been trying to track her and us.
Canterbury,
“Clan” “Kin to” and the other redneck terms are just that- REDNECK as hell. Carry those terms to Fuquay, Garner or Apex. Heck, for that matter, just take it out to Creedmoor, Butner or Stem.
But don’t refer to the Harris family as a “Clan.” Reminds me of a group of hicks, sitting around a lit up pond, singing country songs! YUCK!
To Poster #42 (apparently my mother posted this)
Oh mother, please! Haven’t we discussed this too often? I have tried to tell you that I have too much time on my hands and that the multi-million dollar trust fund would destroy me, but you didn’t listen.
When you hand down millions to a teenager, the rest of their life is doomed; you should know that! Don’t tell me that you passed all of this money over to me and expected me to work like everyone else! NOT A CHANCE OF IT- IT AIN’T HAPPENING! I am having fun with this board because it is right down my alley. Finally I have found someone who can relate to my life and how it has been for TOO long. I only wish he were the real thing!
Robin, I think if you had a multi-million dollar trust fund at least one person on here would know you. Please quit pretending.
robin, please put us all out of our misery and shut the fuck up.
Ok you got me it’s time for me to come clean. I was born in Apex to my father and mother. My mother cooked food for many of the prestigous families I have mentioned before now, while my father tended their yards. They spoke of the grandor of their manors in a far away place called ITB when I was still in the crib. At the age of four my mother left my father after she finally realized just how pathetic he was. She went on the become a carnie that traveled in the state fair. Around this time my father began using me as a person sexual harrassment panda, a tradtion he continues today when I visit him in Fuquay where he now resides. As for the schools I mentioned, one night last week while I was breaking tickets at the North Hills movie theatre (to fuel my meth addict) I saw a boy wearing a Ravenscroft Lacrosse shirt and I began talking to me. He looked at me in disgust and kept walking. Mr. Kane then told the manager to fire me for attempting to communicate with “normal” people. I am now homeless and simply using a public access computer in a library in Spartenburg. Please forgive me for my intrusions, I wont bother you nice people again.
# 57
That was a dumb comment. How do you know that you don’t know me, or know of my family? And most importantly, how do you know that my real name is “Robin.” Get real. If we were to reveal our real names, I can assure you that you would know exactly who I am. But I am still waiting for William to unmask himself prior to my doing that.
The thought has already occurred to me….. the looks on your pathetic faces, if you only knew……….
HA HA, I am seriously laughing at that one. Are you serious?! Why would I look twice at a Lacrosse player from Ravenscroft? I can still remember when I attended the Duke-Princeton Lacrosse tournament in College Park, Maryland, and I couldn’t get the guys to stop following me around when I went to the bathroom or concession stand for a drink.
I have always had a problem with guys following me around. Shallow pricks! I know what they want, especially the southern “gentlemen.”
Robbin’ (someone’s actual life story): I happen to live in Fuquay, and for your information FV once had the most millionaires per square mile, per capita, in the state. Do your research. You are so completely PATHETIC, and must be so unattractive that a personal shopper, stylist and manicurist can’t help. Start taking your Paxil again and maybe you’ll make some sense.
On the day when someone from Fuquay posts on this blog, I am done with it. I guess this means goodbye. You ruined it for me this time. Damn! I was having fun but I don’t interact with low classed people via internet or any other way. Sorry!
I enjoyed it while it lasted.
Oh but wait. One last thing before I go! Has anyone else caught this?!!
I posted my last comment at 9:09 p.m. on July 9 and yet, the time on this website dates this post as July 10, 2009. WOW! The owner of this blog MUST be on the west coast (where it is actually 12:10 now). Makes perfect sense. You are in Los Angeles, just as I suspected!
Do you even read the shit you write? You claim that your post was at 9:09 pm on July 9th from the East coast, and the time stamp on the website showed that it’s 12:10am July 10. Do you even know how time zones fucking work? LA is 3 hours BEHIND the East coast you fucking idiot. Example, it’s 9:22 pm in Raleigh, meaning it’s 6:22 pm (it’s still July fucking 9th in LA as well) on the West coast. Three hours ahead would be somewhere over the mid-Atlantic like Iceland or some shit like that. Any world traveler would know how time zones work, you must not have made it out of Raleigh to experience “summering” on the French Riviera. Just stop posting, seriously.
Congratulations Robin, you are quite possibly the dumbest bitch alive.
By the way, get a clue. WNF IV is not Corchiani’s adopted Turkish kid.
Robin, congratulations on being a commoner idiot who can’t tell time. By the way, WNF IV isnot Corchiani’s Turkish son.
Talk about a trap! I knew you would do this; this has proven to me how predictable you are. I make a statement that is OBVIOUSLY incorrect and you jump all over it, because you are truly intimidated by us and can’t wait to criticize or ridicule us (just as you are doing with ITB). I did notice that the date of my post was July 10, but the other part of my post was nothing other than a set up to see how quickly you would respond with the usual name calling, “in your face” crap.
BTW- Stop trying to hack our investment accounts. My girlfriend received a phone call today from her Financial Adviser in Raleigh AND the security department of her financial institution, confirming to her that someone has been attempting to obtain her personal/financial information.
And you don’t have to tell me that I am not well traveled. I am not only well traveled, I have also lived abroad in almost every desirable country. What would you like to know? Again, I can tell you street names in Paris, Den Hague (The Hague), London, etc. Just ask. But do it on Saturday, because I will be riding tomorrow (if it doesn’t rain).
Seriously, STOP trying to hack our computer! Someone is on to you!
I can too. I can name streets all over the world too. It’s called google.
So I have wasted a lot of time reading Robin’s posts as well as the rest. I wrote down everything I thought was unintelligent or incorrect with her posts and some of the others, I know this is going to be long but it needs to be said. (I know I am repeating some stuff that other people have said but whatever)
Stupidity by Robin:
1. You do seem to be taking your names from some familiar source: Robin, the Nottinghams, sounds to me like Robin Hood? and the Sheriff of Nottingham?
2. Were you dropped on your head as a child? Did it ever cross your mind that there might be more than one Finley?
3. I hope that this “FBI” guy you used got fired for wasting his time and resources on finding out who your internet rival is.
4. You know I can name streets in Raleigh too, actually I believe anyone can now. Yeah there are these new things out now called maps. They have them for cities states and even countries.
5. Who names their kid Charlotte Motor Speedway?
6. If money was easy to make these days the economy wouldn’t be in the toilet.
7. I know people in Cary that don’t talk about material things and I know people in Raleigh that do talk about material things, both of these people exist wherever you live.
8.You keep saying “when I knew them” exactly how old are you?
9. If you are so ITB then what is YOUR last name?
10. If you’re not getting answers ask better questions.
11. I would love for you to teach me how to tell where someone is from by what they write on their website.
12. Please, no NJ gel head could comprehend the ITB culture well enough to blog about it.
13. No one is letting you have the last word because you’re and IDIOT, he responded to you once but wait I forgot you obviously can’t count.
14. You aren’t really qualified to say “how stupid do you think people are?” now are you?
15. Earlier you said you thought he didn’t exist but now that your girl friend is talking to someone you say he does exist. Contradiction?
16. Batman, don’t be a hypocrite.
17. If you are going to correct someone on their writing then I suggest you check yourself because you made mistakes too, so you can get off that horse.
18. Thank you poster # 34.
19. When you grew up was candle light the light of choice as well?
20. Hey, here’s a thought maybe he is just a good writer dip shit! Producers aren’t the only people who know how to write.
21. Where the FUCK is Miss Porter’s!?
22. Big deal you dated a guy with a conversion factor for a name, that doesn’t make you more intelligent. (I know that it is spelled wrong)
23. YOU are wasting YOUR own time.
24.OH! I know who you are, you’re the girl who said the Duke lacrosse players raped you, it all makes sense now.
This is everything that I found unintelligent or incorrect with your posts, and a little extra thrown in.
Again sorry this was so long but I had to say it.
“When did I brag about my wealth? Hmm…. I don’t recall stating or posting that I come from a wealthy family but did state that I came from an Old South family. That is true. BUT I never claimed to be wealthy; I simply stated that I know and have friends (ITB and in other parts of the state) who are insanely wealthy, and I grew up with many of them. If you can pin-point one post I have made, or elaborate on any statement I have made, claiming that I am wealthy, please do.”
“I have tried to tell you that I have too much time on my hands and that the multi-million dollar trust fund would destroy me, but you didn’t listen.”
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I suwannee, Robin’s posts remind me of betting on a fart and losing. There really is no clean way out of the mess and you cannot hide the stinch.
HA HA, I am seriously laughing at that one. Are you serious?! Why would I look twice at a Lacrosse player from Ravenscroft? I can still remember when I attended the Duke-Princeton Lacrosse tournament in College Park, Maryland, and I couldn’t get the guys to stop following me around when I went to the bathroom or concession stand for a drink.
I have always had a problem with guys following me around. Shallow pricks! I know what they want, especially the southern “gentlemen.”
Please tell me someone is doing this just for kicks, this is ridiculous. Who brags about dating a guy named “tor” or being followed around my guys? really?
Robin, you are as cool as AIDS. SHUUUUUUUT UUUUUP!
Tor? Who has bragged about dating a guy named “tor?” Interesting name, but not a guy I have dated.
Haven’t read your entire blog yet but will do so and get back to ya! I don’t have much time today because I am in the midst of resolving the usual identity theft issue of someone trying to be me (this is getting SO old). Apparently someone tried to obtain information from one of my accounts yesterday. Damn, people are desperate. I hope someone is getting a return on their trust fund because mine hasn’t budged since that week in October when the DOW slid more than 1800 points in three days. I am sure the government managed to collect some hefty capital gains from the wealthy on that one because they sure as heck received some from me!
Back to “Who’s Bad”…………………………………….
Post #50:
“Hmmm….. with which “Harris” have you spoken? I will find out. Give me a few minutes……. I just need to make some calls. Harris CLAN? HEE HEE! Another giveaway that you are full of shit.
BTW- I attended Ravenscroft but completed my schooling at Miss Porters prior to extending my education at my Alma Mater (another place you wouldn’t know). I dated a guy named Tor in college.”
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Robin, July 9, 2009
In response to post 77-do you keep track of any of the bullshit you spit out?
Yes I am completely aware of what I write, and if you are implying that I was bluffing in the first sentence of my post, you are wrong. I didn’t type that I dated a guy named Tor- I don’t know where that came from. Unless, of course, it as added by someone other than me. May have been my girlfriend. ?
Robin… your a slut!