I was fighting with someone on the überboard today. I was very angry by her response to something I posted. I mentioned a report I had seen on tv, in very board and general terms. Something I thought was interesting. But the response was more than just pointing out my mistakes, it was personally insulting. And, this time, I decided wasn’t just going to ignore the tone of the post. So, back and forth, back and forth. Arguing via bbs is somewhat like arguing via passed notes. They way we used to do, in school. I only said part of what I wanted to say, because the rest of it could blow the entire thing out of proportion. No satisfaction was achieved on my side, and I doubt it was on hers, although I would not presume to know what she’s thinking about this whole thing. [because… apparently… that is one of my many mistakes during this whole thing. shut up, jodi. leave it alone.]
The reason I bring this up is, immediately after all this angry posting, I had to go to a meeting. And in the meeting, I had to pay attention, and think adult thoughts, and say adult things. No one seemed to notice that I was currently operating at a jr. high maturity level. But I found the sudden about face back into adulthood jarring to say the least. I was so tempted to just explain the entire argument to everyone in the meeting room, so I could get their opinion. Just like one would do, in junior high. So you would know, for sure, that you are right and the other party is wrong.
Today was Sparkie’s birthday. He’s a coworker, and a bunch of us went to lunch. Louise was explaining to us how it’s socially acceptable to mock red headed people, in the UK. Not only socially acceptable, it’s expected. It’s the norm. They call that color hair “ginger” like the spice. But they call red heads gingers, with a hard G. And they are just generally considered less attractive. It would appear that girls pull of the ginger better than boys. Also, it does not count if you dye your hair red, “but who would want to do that?” It’s always cracked me up, this outlook on redheads they have. it just doesn’t make sense. If your child is born with red hair, in the UK, it would be best if you moved to America immediately, where red hair is considered attractive. At least now it is, I know it wasn’t always.
Louise was originally not going to go with us, to lunch. In fact, when we met up with her, she was carrying around a sandwich and fruit cup from the upstairs cafe. But, we talked her into it, and she put her lunch in the fridge. Later, this afternoon, she thought that a fruit cup would be a refreshing snack. But… duh-duh-DUM … someone had stolen her fruit cup and sandwich!! She was denied!
“Isn’t that a constitutional right?”
“The right to have a fruit cup as an afternoon snack? Yes, I believe it is.”
“And, do I have the right to bare arms, and protect my fruit cup?”
“yes… if someone touches your fruit cup, you get to shoot them.”
“touch your fruit cup… that sounds like some kind of dodgy sex thing they’d say to kids… like on Law and Order: SVU. ‘If someone touches your fruit cup, just yell NO!’.”
“and tell a teacher.”
I bet a redhead stole her fruit cup.
