I Have Had My Feelings Hurt By Natalie Bassingthwaighte

Earlier this week, I alerted you to the news that pop star Natalie Bassingthwaighte had added me as a friend on Facebook. This was a good thing, people! I was tremendously honoured and excited. I felt sure that she’d comment on my wall sooner rather than later, appreciating my support over the years, but friends? Things haven’t gone to plan.

Now I know that by going public with my tale of woe, I am probably jeopardising any chance I may have had in the future of interviewing Natalie Bassingthwaighte, but I had a long hard think about it and I cannot help but feel that it’s better to get the truth out there, you know? I suppose the best way I can explain the situation to you is to copy and paste the Description section of the Facebook group I have created called ‘I have had my feelings hurt by Natalie Bassingthwaighte’. I haven’t invited anyone to join the group as this is a personal issue for me and I don’t want to assume that anyone else in my friendship circle has had their feelings hurt by Natalie Bassingthwaighte, but if you’ve felt some personal pain caused either directly or indirectly by The Bass, you are welcome to join.

Before we get into it though, I do want to add that I have heard nothing but good things about The Bass “in real life” from mutual acquaintances who rate her highly. This is why the Facebook snubbing hurts so much. C’MON NAT, REACH OUT TO ME.

Ahem. Let’s continue, eh?

When Natalie Bassingthwaighte added me as a friend on Facebook, I was thrilled. I’d been a long time supporter of her career (except when she caused Karl and Susan to break up on Neighbours, that left me feeling a bit homicidal toward her/Izzy) and looked forward to our blossoming online friendship. We could invite each other to join assorted hilarious/meaningful groups! Wittily comment on our respective status updates! Write “OMG u look SOOOOO cute in dis 1 babe!!!!” underneath photos we’d uploaded!

I knew Nat adding me as a mate wasn’t a marketing move. She only had thirteen or so other friends at the time. She’d sought me out. She wanted my love, and by god – I was prepared to give it to her. This was real, and this was special.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

I waited days – DAYS – but she never took the time to comment on my wall. How else would my envious friends know we were BFFs if she didn’t leave some kind of fawning message on my profile for public consumption? I made several status updates indicating that her pointed silence was starting to bother me, but did she take the hint? Did she fuck!

Bored, and yes, maybe even a little lonely, I began perusing her profile closely, wondering if somehow learning that her favourite music consists specifically of Olivia Newton John’s “Xanadu”, The Killers’ “Mr Brightside” and the works of Lady GaGa could bring me closer to my increasingly absent chum. I noted that Natalie appeared to be a member of a group called “Natalie Bassingthwaighte should NOT host So You Think You Can Dance”

Unlike some, for me the word “friendship” is not an abstract term of which I have little understanding. I immediately wrote a kind and concerned message on Natalie Bassingthwaighte’s wall asking if she’d joined the group as a cheeky joke, or if she was suffering from some self-esteem issues? If it was indeed the later, I strongly urged her to keep her chin up and not to let the haters bring her down.

Did Natalie thank me for this gesture? Did she reply on my wall or even send me a quick private message letting me know she appreciated the fact I cared? I’m sorry to use an expletive again, but DID SHE FUCK. She deleted my wall post, left the group, and pretended the whole thing never happened.

Natalie Bassingthwaighte, I am really hurt by your actions during the week you’ve been on Facebook. For god’s sake, I can type your name without even checking the spelling in Google, but does that mean anything to you? No.

In short:

FACEBOOK FRIENDSHIP FAIL

Even shorter:

:(

I do hope we get this sorted out soon. I ADORE YOU, NAT! I WILL BE A GREAT FRIEND TO YOU BUT YOU’VE GOTTA GIVE ME SOME LOVE.

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