The founder of the great blog "I Hate Jill Zarin" has passed away at the all too young age of 49. Lynn Hudson who wrote this great blog was a good egg. She was very kind to us at "Big Brooklyn Style" and had only good things to say about the show. I contacted her on Twitter and she was very kind and generous to me. She will be missed.
Lynn is one of the bloggers that so many people don't know about but who has an enormous following. She wrote about reality TV and the "Real Housewives" with a special emphasis on Bravo TV shows. But her comment section never had less than about 300 comments per post. It put TOP to shame.
She had a lot of fights and twitter wars with people and in the end what did it really mean? She was currently having a big fight with Google that is a chilling example of censorship on the internets.
I will miss her daily recaps of reality TV.
Rest in Peace Lynn.
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Wow. R.I.P., LynnNChicago.
At 49? What happened? That's a rhetorical question in terms of expecting that I should be able to know that. I don't expect or even think that: It's none of my business (that I do know). Still. Relatively young + heart attack = such a shame.
Carpe diem, folks, because tempus fugit, is all I can think to say that's even remotely of use (despite the cliches).
I am sorry about that. Only the good die young.
Today I read, more than once and in some cases three times over, some very excellent posts over at Bit Maelstrom's place: food for thought and also for life. All day they lingered. Now I'm wondering why, and also not.
Dang.
And--as always--so it goes.
Whoa, that IS very young, so sad. She sounded like a good friend to Big Brooklyn Style and an interesting person.
She appreciated her readers in a way that was genuine and absent of ego.
Wow. I didn't know a thing about her, but Troop had mentioned her a couple of times here, I think, and that's all I need to feel at least a little sadness.
Carpe diem indeed, rcommal. I'm really feeling that lately myself.
Run, climb, jump, hobble, crawl, read, love - whatever gets you to the bits of joy we can squeeze out of this life.
She was only 49 years old. What a shame. Someone else around here is 49 years old, and I hope she keeps up her exercise program and is able to lose that extra 10 pounds she's talked about.
Aww. Thanks, Allen!
I am keeping up. I ran every day in Cincy and today I ran my hill run outside.
I want to be around for a while. But more than that, I want my loved ones to be around.
Please take care of yourselves.
Lynn had a heart attack. What was interesting is that the stress she was under from her blog might have led to her death.
You see she had several on going fueds and problems with people who went and reported her to Google and got them to pull the Google Ads. This was a source of income to her...perhaps the only way to monetize her writing. So the stress she was under had to be terrible.
From her website in a post by her associate Carly Hall:
"Lynn, you see, operated the blog on two things alone; love for her friends and a tiny bit of money for her efforts from Google’s Adsense. On the aforementioned day, Lynn had received notice from Google stating that she had been reported, found in violation, if you will, of some unknown rule or cloudy-clause. Not only would all funding stop, they said, but she would also not receive the monthly amount she had already earned. Money, I might mention, that she had planned to use for her son. Money she was happy to see arrive, as would you and I. The blog, it appeared, would no longer be a source of any income for her, though the amounts she had been receiving from Google were eminently small."
It is just a terrible thing. I don't know if the stress had anything to do with her death but it sure didn't help.
I humbly propose that one doesn't exercise to extend one's life. I mean, people do that but it's misguided.
I heard a great story the other day, can't remember where, about a guy who worked out all the time, and the guy telling the story is all "You're just gonna get hit by a bus!" And it turned out that's exactly what happened: He got hit by a bus crossing the street.
But the kicker, and the guy telling the story missed this, was that workout dude was 89! He was trottin' across the street happily at 89, which is pretty damn good.
You know Jack LaLanne was 96 when he died and working out the day before he died. He had pneumonia and refused to go to the doctor. (Such a guy, amirite, ladies?)
At age 70, "handcuffed, shackled, and fighting strong winds and currents, towed 70 rowboats, one with several guests, from the Queen’s Way Bridge in the Long Beach Harbor to the Queen Mary, 1 mile."
It's not "am I gonna die?" It's "What if I don't die soon?"
No joke, I've been contemplating my mortality since I was five. There are times when I think, "This is it." And I can't even explain it.
But when it is time, I want it to be because I got hit by a bus or had an aortic tear, like John Ritter, or I'll even take pneumonia that I refuse to go to the doctor for.
I don't want the sort of pneumonia that a lot of old folks get: The kind you contract because you can't move enough and breathe enough to clear your lungs.
So, yeah, I'm gonna lift until I break, run until I have a heart attack, maybe do a Warrior Dash or two with my fellow TYers, if they're up for it. Whatever it takes.
And, thanks, rcommaI! It's nice to know someone reads me every now and again. You probably tripled my hit count.
Stress is a killer. Cyber space can produce as much as meat space. Checked my B/P this morning, I'm good.
I hope you're wrong about the reason, Troop. If she had the traffic, she could've done a pledge drive to outstrip anything she got from Google.
When we lose loved ones at a young age, we look for reasons when a lot of times the reason is just: genetics, bad luck, a lifetime of history.
Breitbart had that heart condition and massive amounts of stress, but I don't think the stress contributed to his death. (Being alone when he had his heart attack probably did.)
Cyber space can produce as much as meat space.
Yep.
How sad to know that her last days were so stressful.
By the way, there's no debate about one thing you said Troop: It's a huge waste of your life, these bile-inducing arguments.
Stress does do terrible things to the body, but thats why it's essential to modify the way we process things, we can let it tear us up, we can remove ourselves from the stressful situation/ people or we can say fuck it and them, nobody can ripple my force unless I let them.
That's simplistic, and doesn't always work out the way I want, but I can strive to not let it get to me to the degree that it (stress) will harm me.
Because, life is too short, I'm living it as fast as I can.
Exercise will not save your life, per se, but it will usually lower your cholesterol, keep your veins from hardening, and generally improve your circulation. Watching your diet, drink in moderation and don't smoke are also helpful advice.
From the comments left at her site, it appears she was beloved and valued by many, for her writing and the blog community she sustained, as well as for her energy and character. Her death is a loss; her life so lived is testimony to the power within an individual to impact and facilitate greater community.
The Trooper York blog and blog owner are among those who come to mind as purveyors of similar blessing.
The diems carped are appreciated!
If you write a blog, my hope, is that you will not be stressed, instead happy and enjoy what you write and post, like the amazing Troop...tits.
Stress sucks. Happiness rules.
I am watching The Exorcist right now and Linda Blair, age 12, sticks a cross up her cooch and says many vulgar things to priests. This must of been something else when it came out in 1973. I was three at the time and never watched it but I am really enjoying it. Ellen Burstyn, tour de force.
tits.
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