The Dirty Terms of Use

Hey Guys! Ben here - 

Em and I thought it was best to post The Dirty's Terms of Use for you to read over. I know it looks like a lot but it's useful to have all of the information to help yourself. 

It occurred to us that you may find a bit of it quite interesting.. 

Stay Excellent, 

Ben

Ps Do you like my picture? It looks just like me except my muscles are bigger. 

TERMS OF USE

Dirty World LLC reserves the right to change and modify this site at any given time without any notice and, by using this site subsequent to the revision of the term of use, you agree to be bound by such changes, if you find the terms of use to be unacceptable, you must immediately terminate your use of this web site.

1. The images, documents and graphics published at thedirty.com could include inaccuracies or typographical errors. Dirty World LLC reserves the right to modify the information contained in this Web Site without notice. Dirty World LLC site may contain links to other Web Sites which are completely independent to this Web Site. Dirty World LLC makes no representation or warranty as to the accuracy, completeness or authenticity of the information or opinions in any such linked Web Site, and any link to another Web Site shall not in any manner be construed as an endorsement by us of that Web Site, or the products or services offered therein. Dirty World LLC does not endorse the opinions of third parties expressed on this site or on linked Web Sites.

2. Thedirty.com is all about gossip and satire. The content that is published contains rumours, speculation, assumptions, opinions and factual information. Postings may contain erroneous or inaccurate information. The owner of this site does not ensure the accurateness of any content presented on thedirty.com.

3. By submitting photos, videos and statements to thedirty.com you agree to express consent to publish and release liability from our officers, employees, vendors, contractors, subcontractors, suppliers agents and affiliates. Comments or any other material which is false, defamatory, or otherwise unlawful is not allowed. Upon submission you will have irrevocably agreed to these terms. All submissions will remain confidential.

4. In the event that a third party has submitted content of your likeness and would like to request removal, please visit the FAQ’s page. Removal is done at the discretion of Dirty World LLC.

5. All written submissions on the blog are opinions of third parties and not of Dirty World LLC. Dirty World LLC is not responsible for the written opinions and content submitted.

6. If you do not agree with any of these Terms of Use please do not use this Site, because by using this Site you will be deemed to have irrevocably agreed to these terms.

7. All rights, title and interest (including all copyrights, trademarks and other intellectual property rights) in this Web Site belongs to Dirty World LLC. All logos, images and text are © 2008-2009 Dirty World LLC. All rights are reserved. This website is purely based on entertainment.

Dirty World LLC in no way means intent to harm and is reasonable to work with. If you cannot make fun of yourself, who can you make fun of?

Repairing Your Child

There is something deeply sinister about a young woman's teenage years. It seems that their fickleness, jealously and lack of good sense takes over at a certain age and leaves us parents waiting to pick up the inevitable pieces.

With my daughter, I had to sit and watch for 3 years as she pranced around our house in flimsy clothing, talking cheekily on her mobile about the other girls in her year 10 class and applying more black eyeliner than was sensible.

At one point, I knew Sarah was probably experimenting with drugs. One evening, I found a packet of rolling papers and a lighter in her purse. I didn't bother to confront her about it. She was hard-headed at that time and I knew that an open fight about it would only end in her sleeping at a friend's house for a week. And, I had attended High School, hadn't I? I'd enjoyed a few 'joints' occasionally, how hypocritical would it have been for me to get angry with her? Instead, my husband and I sat her and my teenage son down and talked to them about drugs, and were very open about it. We were the cool-as-a-cucumber parents and it seemed to be working.

In our house, there are no closed doors, no hypocrisy, no yelling, no violence and our children know that they can tell us anything. I knew that my daughter was going down a dangerous path, but at least she knew that she could talk to me without worrying about any form of repercussion.

To me, these were all issues that parents go through with their children. My oldest went through a rough patch, but is now attending University and has her life on a good track. In fact, so does Sarah. But unlike my oldest, Sarah had to learn her lessons the cruel, unusual and unnatural way. Sarah was posted on thedirty.com.

The things that were said about my child were not only infuriating, but sickening as well. The feelings that I felt that moment went much farther than merely hopeless, helpless or raging. The night that Sarah showed me thedirty.com, I saw red.

How horrible of this man to take away my child's Right to fuck up! As teenagers, we had the freedom to live and learn without worrying about our reputations being permanently tarnished. Back in the day it was only the newspapers that carried smut and scandal, but then peddlers of pain like Nik Richie decided to line their pockets by using the internet to spread rumours and gossip without so much as a thought for those who are being hurt.

When it comes down to it, humans make mistakes. I do. You do. Why should my daughter's mistakes be fodder for strangers? What right does he or anyone else have to castigate my little girl?

Thankfully, through no small amount of effort, we put Sarah back together again. But it wasn't easy.

I wrote in to thedirty.com requesting a removal about twenty times, begging and bartering, and received no response. Meanwhile, my daughter was feeling the flack in her classes (Let me tell you, having your 16 year old come home crying because someone called her a "bottle-rat/super-slut, is not a fun afternoon). The effects of the post only got worse until finally, I pulled Sarah out of her year 10 classes and moved her to another school in a different neighbourhood. It was a positive start.

My daughter knew that if she wanted to spring back from this, she had to repair her reputation. When she turns 19, Sarah will change her last name so that prospective employers can't find her name through a Google search when doing a background check.

Because Sarah had been so shell-shocked from seeing her biggest mistakes (including a few that she didn't even make) posted for the world to see, she watched herself and cleaned up her act. For the last two years of her High School career, Sarah kept her head down and only made friends that she knew she could trust.

My baby girl, fortunately, is now happy again. My only fear now, is that other mothers won't be so lucky.

Yours,

Victoria

Feel free to email me for any reason: victoriatheclean@gmail.com

We're RICH!!

This month, our blog has made over  £4.30 on advertising! Quite honestly, we're having trouble closing our wallet, it's so stuffed. It's such a nice round number too, "four pounds, thirty pence." It's so robust, so chic, so glamorous. Think of what we could buy: A lipstick, a packet of candy, a pint of lager...

Kidding. 

As we've mentioned before, we plan to donate whatever money we make on advertising to the Charity of our readers' choice. This website costs us nothing more than a bit of our time, and we believe that it would take away from the purity of our intentions to pocket the funds that we earn.

Obviously, with our growing readership, we will be earning a bit more than £5 very soon. So, now it is time for our readers to nominate charities for our consideration. 

We need you to decide what Charities you think are helping your communities the most, and send us your nominations. We're looking for strong, reputable charities that you think are doing a top-notch job. 

As usual, please contact us at TheCleanBlog@gmail.com or leave a comment below to submit your nominations. 

We can't wait to hear from you, this is going to be so much fun! We think an Anti-Bullying Charity should be on the short list! 

Talk soon, 

The Clean Team

Note: Please do not construe this as an incentive to click on our ad's. We are merely informing our readers of what we plan to do with the earnings. 

We Need More

We can do this. 

We can do it, but we need more information. We're starting to see some serious interest from the right people, but without proof, without cases, without the public outcry, we've got no leverage. 

I've shown a few people some of the anonymous emails from victims of thedirty.com and not only were the mortified, they were as angry as we are. This is a very positive step. 

This is the way we affect change in our world. 

Gay rights, women's liberation, racial equality - none of it happened without members of the public standing up and saying, "We're mad as hell, and we're not going to take it anymore!" Bills are only passed, changes are only made when the public demands  it. 

I know that thedirty.com has a following, so does the Ku Klux Klan. But the evidence shows that the general public is vehemently opposed to what thedirty.com stands for.  

Here is what we need from you: 

• Police reports
• Emails
• Requests to have posts removed gone unanswered 
• Proof of hospital visits
• Insurance claims from vandalization
• Facebook messages admitting to participation
• Racist slurs in comments
• Addresses and phone numbers posted in comments
• Threats in comments 
• Gang related comments 
• Defamation
• Lies that affect your job or school opportunities 
• Proof of released privileged information 
• Proof that you've lost work, clients or other opportunities because of a post

We need proof that this website is ruining lives. Blank your names and personal information out of it so that none of it can affect your life, and send it in to us. 

We need you to join The Clean Army. 

Send to: thecleanblog@gmail.com 

"She Loves The Attention!"

Well, you may be right. It's quite easy to stereo-type a person. We see a young woman posting racy photos of herself on a website and quickly jump to conclusions. Generally, we can take a glance at any given person and have all the information we'll ever need. What do we call these women? 

We call them Sluts. 

But what if a woman really just wanted to have some sexy photos taken of herself? What if she woke up and just wanted to feel beautiful and important for a day? What if she wanted share the saucy snaps with the people that she thought were her friends? What if she sees the superficial flaws in her body and wants to feel better about them? Yes, she asked for attention, but I doubt she asked to be verbally ripped apart on a diabolical, satirical website.

There are some down this road, that do like the attention, and I don't see that there is anything wrong with that. There are a few so-called "Dirty Celebs", that actually say they enjoy being posted on the website. I personally think that The Dirty should not be shut down, but kept running for some of the more useful purposes such as outing immoral businesses (not their owners) and posting about what the "Dirty Celebs" are up to. I concede that less people would visit the website which would mean a change in lifestyle for Nik Richie. For some reason, I'm not all that convinced that he'd be willing to consider it. 

Over the past few weeks, I've witnessed first-hand what The Dirty does to people's lives. The most recent email I've received was from a woman whose photos were posted along with a few comments about her needing to realize that she was ugly and had bad skin. Could someone please take a moment to explain to me, how that was constructive? I understand that it may have been entertaining to the bored citizens of North America, but it sure wasn't entertaining to her or the people that love her. This woman has spent the last two years begging for her post to be removed. So no, she doesn't love the attention. 

What gets me the most is that Nik actually defends his website. It would be one thing if he called it "www.ruinpeopleslivesandenjoyit.org" and was honest about it. But, he's deluded himself and his "Dirty Army" members into thinking that he's actually cleaning up the world. Why did the world need to be warned about the young woman I mentioned? Was she terrorizing the city with her blotchy skin? 

We'll talk soon, 

Em xo

We'll Get There.

The 46th Hop

Hey- 

It's 1:30am where I am, and I'm sitting on my sofa, eating my boyfriend's emergency kit-kat and I've begun to think about all of the embarrassing things that I've done in my twenty-some years of being alive. To be honest, I've got quite a long list. 

This one time when I was about five, my mom's new boyfriend was introducing her to his parents for the first time, and she decided to bring me along. On the way, she explained that this was a very important day and that I had to be on my best behaviour. 

During the very formal sit down in their family room, I decided that I wanted to show off some form of skill to impress the family. My only to skill to name of at the tender age of five, was my impeccable ability to hop on one foot. So I announced, "Hey everyone, look! I've been practicing since I was four." And so it began. I hopped, counting my hops out loud along the way, and they watched, counting the hops with me. They were quite impressed, I might mention. I was already up to 37 hops. But who was to know that something awful would occur during my hopping performance? Indeed, something very regrettable happened. 

On my 46th hop, my life as I knew it ended. With number 46, came the most tragic occurrence that I could have ever imagined. Hop number 46 has haunted me for twenty-some years.  As my left foot landed on the 14th of May, in a stranger's front sitting room, on my 46th hop, I farted. 

It wasn't a stinky fart, but it was a loud one. 

The room when hush as my cheeks went red, and I bolted out of the room and refused to come back in for the rest of my days. 

My mother had a particularly annoying way of making sure that there was a camera or camcorder wherever I existed when I was growing up. Thankfully, on that day there wasn't one. 

We all lay in bed at night and wince at the painfully embarrassing things that we've done. Would you have liked those moments filmed or documented? 

But what about the real mistakes? The more than embarrassing ones that you take 4 shots of whiskey to try to forget? Now imagine that mistake was posted on The Dirty. 

If someone told the world about my 46th hop, I would be mortified, but I'd get over it.  If someone told the world my darkest secret, I'd die inside. 

Something to think about I guess. 

Goodnight guys, 

Em xo