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rue-madame's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peremptory and imperious, that's me You know, I always go back and forth on how I feel about fucked-up guestbook messages. Sometimes I think, hey, I�ve expressed my opinion so now others can do the same. Other times I think, hey, I�ve expressed my opinion so now others can do the same. In their own diaries. That would be my preference because I am generally not interested in how others disagree with me. But I understand the impulse to sign and voice dissent. I�ve been there (I�ve dissented plenty, I�ve just never voiced it in a guestbook.) By having a guestbook I�ve invited readers to express their feelings, and that�s cool. I�m just surprised that my entries evoke such strong sentiments. I feel like I write about total nonsense, silly things that consume me, and trivial bullshit that makes me laugh. I guess it�s hard to hear the subtleties in my delivery--particularly when I�m being sarcastic or petulant, which is most of the time. As a rule, I do not acknowledge the nasty comments in my guestbook because I happen to like my high horse. I paid good money for it and I have no intention of getting off. Don�t like it? Go someplace else. Fortunately most of my guestbook signers are super awesome and great. After a few years here at Diaryland, I feel loved by other diarypeople and that�s some good warmfuzzy. Drinks for all my friends! This entry goes out to her. In closing: do any other American women feel their government has been hijacked by the American version of the Taliban aka the Christian Right? I wonder what sorts of design innovations Marc Jacobs can bring to chadors and burqas? 3:21 p.m. - 2004-11-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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