Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Gladys Kravitz Rant



Remember Bewitched? Remember Gladys Kravitz? For those of you youngsters who maybe never heard of syndicated television, Gladys was the nosy neighbor who was always watching Samantha, trying to catch her practicing witchcraft.

Gladys provided a comic element to the show, but I don't think anyone really liked her--not even her husband, who seemed a bit tired of his busybody wife. Why, then, have we Americans grown into a nation of Gladys Kravitzes?

I think it began--or proliferated--when government started passing laws designed to protect us from ourselves. Seatbelt laws. Smoking laws. Helmet laws. The list goes on and on. Yes, I realize that many of these laws are designed to protect other people too, and there's a certain economic element involved. Now anti-spanking laws? There are already laws to protect children from abuse. And, by the way, I'm neither in favor of or against spanking in principle, but I think it's a parent's decision as long as it doesn't rise to the level of abuse. And when it comes to personal safety, there's a part of me that says, "Hey, if people are too dumb to keep themselves safe, let them kill themselves. Improve the gene pool." Yes, offer education but stop spending time and wasting money putting laws into effect that tell people exactly how to live their lives. You may disagree, and that's okay with me too. But here's what annoys the heck out of me.

I think the climate in our country has gradually edged to a point where we find it acceptable to tell other people what they should do and how they should live their lives. Is that really any of our business? Isn't it enough that we try to live exemplary lives ourselves and provide guidance to those we actually ARE responsible for, like our children? No one made us all cops!

As bloggers, we open ourselves up to criticism when we blog about our lives and welcome strangers into our world. It's a chance we take. I know that and I think most of the blogging world realizes it. People read our blogs and think they really KNOW us. It's a small step, then, for them to tell us what we should or should not be doing, isn't it? It hasn't happened to me yet, but it really bothers me when I see it happening to other bloggers. And, invariably, those who leave critical comments don't leave an e-mail address or link to their own blog. For goodness sakes, if they want to save the world, they should go out and do something about it on a large scale--not leave stupid, negative, anonymous comments on the blog of a person they don't even know!

Do you read Pioneer Woman's blog? Yesterday she had a "name that photo" contest. The photo depicted two of her four children sound asleep in the back seat of her truck or SUV--without seatbelts. When I saw the photo the first time, I thought, "Humm. No seatbelts. Probably not a good idea." But I kept an open mind, because I could imagine scenarios where seatbelts would be unnecessary--like if the kids were sleeping in the vehicle before it even moved anywhere. But even if I DID assume that she was risking her children's lives, unless I was THERE, they were in immediate danger, and I could do something about it, I wouldn't presume to chastise her for failing to use seatbelts. I'm certain she has immediate friends and family who could talk to her about safety. Of course, numerous Gladys Kravitz characters felt fully entitled to warn her that unless she seatbelted her kids, they'd end up dead. How horrible people can be to each other, all under the guise of "concern"!

Another blogger a month or so ago considered shutting down her blog because a couple people left hurtful comments about the safety of her children and the risk she took posting photos of her girls, a photo of her house (not actually her house but they ASSUMED it was), and mentioning that she often left the back door unlocked during the day. Why is that anyone's business? Why can't people give her the benefit of the doubt and figure she's not a total idiot?

I know that mostly I have quilters reading my blog, and I think quilters are special people--for whatever reason, most of the quilters I've met have been nurturing, warm people. So, although I wouldn't expect to find negative comments left on my blog, I do know it's a risk I take. But it's my hope that if anyone doesn't like something I say, if anyone thinks I'm living my life irresponsibly, or if anyone has any other negative comments, they say them on their own blog. Take that negativity home with them. Talk about me and point fingers at me all they like--on their own blog. Not that any of YOU would. Because my readers aren't like that. I'm just sayin . . . .


AUTHOR'S NOTE: It was either rant about this or tell you about the guy with bot fly larvae growing in his head. Just in case you'd rather read about the larvae-head guy, click here.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Cell Phones



With the release of the new iPhone this week and all the news it's generated, I'm reminded again of how I don't like cell phones very much. Don't get me wrong--from what I've seen, the iPhone looks pretty cool, and if someone wants to gift me with one and pay the monthly fees, I sure won't say no! But I don't think cell phones and driving are a real good multi-tasking combination.

I work in an office. With phones. I talk on phones. A lot. I know there have been many, many times when I've tried to get the attention of someone else who was talking on the phone, and I swear to God I could rip my blouse off and that person wouldn't notice. Kind of makes you wonder about someone who's talking on the phone and driving, doesn't it? Well, it definitely makes me wonder.

I'm not exactly a patient driver. Nearly always I get in a car for the sole purpose of getting from point A to point B in as quick a time as is (mostly) legally possible. And, usually, that's either to work--when I'm invariably running late--or home from work--when I'm invariably running late and/or extremely anxious to leave the insanity of the office behind and settle into my nest of fabrics and quilting. Nothing is guaranteed to drive me nuts quicker than dumb drivers, and I'd be willing to bet that talking on a cell phone drops the average driver's IQ at least 50 points!

I used to have a cell phone. About once every week or two, I'd use it to call my husband as I was leaving work and ask him to put the frozen lasagna in the oven or call Round Table Pizza and order dinner. Then my daughter got her driver's license and a car, and I thought she needed it more than I did--for my own peace of mind, of course. The other thing is that I really (REALLY!) don't like talking on the phone, and if my husband isn't home to answer it, usually I'll just let the answering machine pick up. Yep, if you ever want to reach me, you're better off sending me an e-mail.

Driving home from work tonight, though, it occurred to me that there's a very positive side to talking on the phone while driving. Now if I want to sing along with the radio at the top of my lungs or talk to myself like a crazy woman, all I need to do is wrap something around my ear, and anyone seeing me will just assume I'm talking on the phone. I think maybe an old Hot Wheels car might be about the right size, attached to a rubber band. So, if you're ever driving through Sacramento and see a woman in a green Maxima, look closely--if she's got a toy Corvette stuck on her ear, that will be me!