Xpost. Raven. Mrs Geek did not take my name and prefers ms. And I said smaller not small. It's being picky, I know, but small things matter.
Which gives me a bit if a puzzler ... I would change names "to protect the innocent" but tbh I am easily and immediately identifiable to anyone who knows me even remotely well. Partly the way I "speak" (pompous, arrogant, loves big words, (hem) a bit pedantic) and partly because mitnageek is not a pseudonym, it's my day to day handle. So I'll keep the geek bit but change the Mrs.
So. Ms Geek would promptly rip me a new one, if she thought I am the sort of person some here think I am. She has a first class degree in an arguementative discipline, an italian temper, and a proper nasty way with words. She does not tolerate fools, is among the most vehement equality-ists of my acquaintance and will not stand aside when there is injustice. She is politically active, believing that fine words butter no parsnips. She has fought for the women's refuge here in the same way you'd expect a tiger to fight, defending its cubs.
And yet I show minimal fear and every sign of feeling free to express my opinion. How can this be?
Please go back through my posts. I know there's been a lot of them. (I'm an avid reader and am daunted at the idea of 320 messages. But I guess they're not all mine)
When you find the one that says "oooh strip clubs. Luvverly" bring it to my attention. I will then slit my own wrists, because I'm doomed anyway and might as well make it painless.
If, as I dearly hope, you find that I've been (with a random consistency) been trying to get across sentiments equivalent to "not as bad as ..." then you'll understand Ms Geek a little better, be able to argue your (very worthwhile) case a little more cogently and juust maybe accept that whilst I agree I am a really really bad person who should wear hair shirts and flagellate myself all the way to the nearest place of worship, I am not cockroach all the way to the bone.
I examine my opinions. I try damn damn hard not to prejudge others. I am very very suspicious of things that are so true that we all just have to accept them.
I like to assess the size and shape of my morality regularly. Equally regularly I fail to live up to my own appallingly high standards of behaviour. I recognise that I am human and fallible but I try not to use it as an exvuse to be an utter shit.
I judge case by case. I have not yet achieved enlightenment and inner peace but do my best to live with my contadictions in this oh so impetfect and contradictory world.
How do you measure up, sunshine. Shall we have a couple of rounds of 'holier than thou'?