Everyone's Entitled to My Opinion

There’s a writer in San Francisco who recently wrote an excellent column about how Americans are such whiners and we’re never happy and we want, want, want and we expect too much and nothing is ever good enough. We could elect Jesus Christ as president and we’d complain that he wasn’t healing enough lepers fast enough or using the hand motions that we told him to use. Even with super cool high tech things that are like modern day miracles that happen everyday, we instantly take them for granted and then complain that they don’t do more. I tried to find the article to link it here, but couldn’t locate it, because Google is a piece of crap search engine that doesn’t give you squat. I looked for at least 90 full seconds and the article was not delivered to my brain on a silver platter. Sheesh. Stupid Google.

So you’re going to have to trust me that the San Francisco guy was dead on right. Everyone’s always asking why our country is so divided politically, why we have these extremes in philosophies. Because people love to complain and criticize and it’s a lot easier to lob hardballs at the opposing side when you’re at the far end of your side. Plus from way down there, you don’t have to see and hear those who are different from you. You can just scream your disapproval louder so it can be heard. It comes out better in an enraged shout anyway.

Since I’ve been writing on the Internet, it’s been pointed out to me many times that I’m full of shit, uninformed, misled, and following the wrong path. I didn’t know this when I wrote for a print newspaper. If someone disagreed with me then, they had to either pick up the phone or write a letter to the editor, both of which took so long and so much effort that most people were not rabid enough in their disagreement of me to do either. I wasn’t that full of shit.

When I started writing for Suite101.com, I got comments on my articles like “THIS DIDN’T HELP AT ALL!!!” and from the Brits “Rubbish!!” and sometimes profanities from middle schoolers who were left unsupervised on the computer. Mind you, I wrote about stay-at-home parenting, CCD teacher resources, and kids’ crafts. Occasionally I wrote a recipe or instructions on how to fold cloth napkins into fancy shapes.  Some people were downright angry about my Easy, Last Minute Science Experiments.

And blogging is not for the thin skinned. No matter what you write a blog about, you’ll have people commenting that you were stupid and wrong and you’re opinions are the devil.

Let me stop here and remind everyone that I don’t blog about politics (other than when I suggested that more husbands could be more like Obama), religion (other than when I write about my funny 4th grade CCD class and their obsession with snacks), abortion, gay rights, war, animal abuse, our reliance on foreign oil, or health care reform. I blog about painting an old crate for my son to keep his Sports Illustrateds in. Somewhere, someone was saying, “She should have used organic paint,”

Take pantyhose. I wrote a blog post about pantyhose and how they’re out of style now and only country bumpkin old people like myself are still wearing them. I Tweeted my blog link and got this response from Stuckinhose:

your blog is just DEAD wrong,if it's so out of style,why are stars likeJessica Alba,Kristen Bell,even Paris Hilton wearing?

I had to point out in my response that if your Twitter screen name is Stuckinhose, you might be a little defensive about being told that hose are out of fashion. How stuck are they? Have you tried GooGone?

My friend John writes a blog about trail running and he recently posted a really nice piece about mall walkers and benignly mentioned that he can’t imagine mall walking being more satisfying than walking outdoors.

He got a crapload of crap from people saying, Hey, Trail Boy, stop criticizing mall walkers. They’re old and they’ve paid their dues on the trails of life already. Cut them some slack. And stuff to that effect.

Then there was the mouse incident. Last November, I told the tale of my mouse-infested house in New Jersey and my unsuccessful attempt at using sticky traps, making it VERY CLEAR that I was afraid of touching a disabled-yet-not-dead mouse. Very clear. My words were thrown back at me by some guy who claimed to be two different people.

January 24, 2010 12:10 AM
Gavinmangus said...
    "It took three days for the mouse to die, with all five of us occasionally opening the drawer to check on his progress and timing his chest movements."
    Excuse me, but WHY did you just let it suffer like that? Why didn't you put it out of its misery? That's just torture!

Then, three minutes later:

January 24, 2010 12:13 AM
Chuck said...
    Three days?
    That is too long for a mouse to die on a trap, let alone any animal. That's abuse.
    And to think you just left it to die like that.
    You should be ashamed.

Did I not make myself clear? Didn’t Gavinmangus Chuck read the part where I said I was SCARED?

Let me summarize by saying: I’m right. And you’re wrong. And there’s nothing you can say, comment, counter, tweet or reply that will change that. And if you try, I'll have to take my opinions back to print.

Diane Laney Fitzpatrick takes compliments and kudos at diane.laney.fitzpatrick@gmail.com. She takes criticisms at suckit@yeahimeanyou.com.

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