Lament of the Thin-Skinned Woman

I've known it for longer than I like to admit: I'm just about too thin-skinned to live.

It's not the physical skin I'm talking about, of course, though everybody's real skin thins with age, men too. So I suppose mine is thinning (and it's the only thing about me that is, so I should be grateful for it).

No, I'm talking about the opposite of whatever it is that defines the word "tough" in this day and age. I am not tough enough for today's world. Period. I've been finding this fact discouraging lately, and so I've been thinking about it quite a bit. When did this start? Have I always been this way? Did something happen when I was a child, or a young woman, or is this something relatively recent? Could it, in fact, have been brought on by changes in the world at large and not so much by changes in me? Are there other women of my certain age who have a similar problem, and they just aren't talking about it?

The summary answer to most of these questions is Yeah, I've pretty much always been un-tough, but I'd have just about died before I'd let anyone see it. Including myself. Until now. Or, well, until about 4 years ago -- the truth has been leaking out slowly for all to see, ever since.

I don't wallow in this stuff for hours and hours, you know, but I have been thinking on it more because I just made a decision (yesterday) to put an end to Diana Bane's existence on DorothyL. [Diana Bane is an old pseudonym of mine, and I've been writing book reviews and posting in that name to DL, largely because I didn't want to invoke the author dynamic that might happen if I used my own name.] People on that list were carping and snarking again about reviewers and finally I realized I was totally sick of being anyplace so full of tedious people. But I hadn't reached that realization until I'd had a brush with some offlist ugliness myself, which I would have kept offlist if someone else hadn't posted about it, and that was when I had to admit -- to myself if not to anyone else -- how thin-skinned I've become. It was time to leave, so I've gone no mail on DorothyL for now and will most likely, in time, resign.

I don't know why this is a big enough deal to blog about, except that I don't want to believe it's just me finding it increasingly difficult to plain and simply live. To get through the days. I'm tired of road rage and tv news where argumentative commentators both talk at the same time so that you can't possibly hear either one of them. I'm tired of commercials for reality shows that I would never watch anyhow, but even the commercials make me uncomfortable for the ways the people are treating each other. I'm tired of more things than I want to take the time to enumerate here.

I want to know: Can't we just all get along?

Living With Intensity

It's possible to live with intensity for just so long, and then one must back of and take care of oneself. I hope somebody has told that to the taskmasters who run the network news media reporters. I feel sorry for those people.

I have to back off for a while now, to find some quiet places within myself. Balance is the order of this day.

Somebody forgot to tell that to Mother Nature, though. Outside we have the return of March, and of Winter. It's raining and cold and the wind is blowing so hard it blew down my hanging plant from the porch -- a new plant, pink jasmine. I went out and sympathized with it for a few minutes, making sure it was OK.

While I was out there, I had a couple of balancing-type thoughts that followed from what I wrote here yesterday. One was that I was unfair to my own ancestors by calling them "losers." They were poor people who had worked the land in Scotland, but had had their land taken from them by some English land reforms (I'm fuzzy on the details of my history, sorry about that), and it was no fault of their own. They went to Ireland and tried to start over, but did not fare well there either, and so came to this country and ended up in the Southern Appalachians. That's on my maternal grandmother's side. I don't think you can call anybody a loser who has failed to thrive through no fault of his own. America was founded, and populated, by mostly poor people, and it's the bullying rich who come up with labels like " losers."

The other thing I thought was that no matter what else may be thought of us Americans, we can't be faulted for lack of courage. The courage that it must have taken just to get here across the Atlantic to the New World in one of those tiny ships just stuns me. And the settlement of the West, no matter how crude the men -- and some of the women -- were, is also a record of immense courage. Yes, they were crude and cruel and killed Indians and slaughtered buffalo and created the whole cowboy mythos which today is NOT a good thing ... but they faced, and faced down, conditions that most of us today cannot even imagine. To read their diaries (the original sources) or good biographies of the settlers of the West is a real education into both the paradox and the courageousness of what it means to be an American at that point in time.

We are not all bad.

What We Have Wrought

I feel I should apologize for the errors in yesterday's post. I hit the publish button too soon, and when I tried to go back to edit I was for some reason unable to get there. I'm not great at the tech complexities of this blogging thing yet. I do know how to delete, but I decided to let it stand, errors and all, because even with the mistakes -- maybe especially with the mistakes -- what I wrote was truly reflective of my state of mind yesterday.

I'm a bit better today, thinking more clearly. Maybe I can type more clearly too.

I just posted a comment on Lionel Shriver's commentary at Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind, which related to what I'm about to write here. Shriver wrote a novel titled We Need to Talk About Kevin, which centers around a killer not too much unlike Young Cho. In her commentary she said she believed the videos that he sent NBC should not have been aired, and in fact if she could personally repress all knowledge of school shootings and shooters she would, because the publicity tends to engender more of the same. That is, to encourage copycats. In my comment I said I disagree with her, because I think we Americans need to be forced to see and hear the consequences of what we have allowed our country to become. Some of us have allowed, some of us have created -- but we are all responsible.

Yesterday I felt more than a tinge of despair over all this. As was evident from what I wrote here. Today I'm not quite so much despairing as ready to do whatever I can in whatever time I have left. But it's hard, harder than ever before.

My generation was hopeful, we started out optimistic about what we could do in America, with our relative wealth and our liberty and our democratic way of life. Some of us became diverted down the drug path during the 60s, but most of us remained optimistic even after JFK was assasinated, and then RFK, and finally MLK. I would add to that Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk and author who has now been very nearly forgotten; Merton was said to have died in an accident while on a world tour for peace, but I've always thought he was killed too, because he represented a reconciling element and he had the power of words and religion both behind him.

Needless to say, I am not optimistic any longer. I doubt any of us are. I cringed -- literally, physically cringed -- yesterday when I was driving on a street near the court house and passed a woman on the sidewalk who was a certain type. She could have been me when I was just a few years younger. I knew before I could even see her clearly that she had been at the court house to protest something, just from the gray of her streaming long hair and her jeans and long jacket and the assertiveness of her walk. I cringed because I felt she had been wasting her time, that we have all wasted all our time, all these years. What did we do wrong? Why couldn't we prevent the situation we now have from developing? Didn't we try hard enough? Did we put our efforts in the wrong places, go about them in the wrong way?

The facts are staring us in the face: In the United States we have created a culture of incivility, of violence, and of greed. I wrote as much to one of my wise friends -- the one who suggested that violence comes from fear. If ever there was a direct illustration of how right she is about that, it's in the videos Young Cho left behind. Yes, his mental illness had progressed to the point of psychosis, which sets him apart from the mainstream. But the way he chose to deal with his psychosis was purely, entirely American. Do they have school shootings in any other country? I don't think so.

Last night, trying to blank out a bit and get away from the news coverage, I watched a movie titled The New World, which was about the Jamestown Colony. I'm a little fuzzy on this period of American history, but I think Jamestown happened before the Pilgrims arrived at Plymouth Rock. At any rate, it was early in the 1600s. This movie - - too Hollywooded Out to be called a film -- was more historically accurate in its costumes and setting than most. They even managed to find a young actress who physically resembles the portrait we have of Pochahontas, when she went to England at the invitation of the King and Queen. When I was watching the movie's depiction of the settlers squabbling -- hell, they were killing each other -- as they struggled to get their fort and houses etc built, this thought came into my head: "What can you expect from a country that was settled by petty criminals and losers?"

Is that our problem? Do we have ugliness here, now, because of that? I don't really think so. I hope not, because my own ancestors on both sides of the family were here by the middle of the 17th century and so, are among those earliest settlers. On one side they were Scots, who came here via Ireland, having been starved out of both places; on the other side they were English who somehow got to the Outer Banks -- I've thought they might have been pirates who jumped ship. Anyhow, they were all losers and maybe some of them were criminals too.

At this point in time, none of that matters anymore. What matters is that we look our present situation squarely in the eye and acknowledge that things have gone too far. Are we going to be able to face this reality?

I changed the title of this blog to The Compassionate Curmudgeon for a reason. I am not psychic, I didn't have a vision of the Young Cho's existence or what his plans were; no more had I a vision of Don Imus (now there's a scary thought) doing his foul-mouthed thing when he did it. But my timing has proven fortuitous. There's not much I can do as only one person, and a person, at that, who no longer has a current book contract or a website except for this one. (Though a few days ago I purchased the right to my old domain name, dianneday.com, and could put up a website if I want to.) But I can keep opening my cyber-mouth in whatever forum I find myself, I can post comments that are both compassionate and consistent with my belief that we must take these things as signs that change is more than ever necessary. We must see with clear eyes, listen with open minds, and find still the love in our hearts. And we must not be silent.

Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory...

I can't believe the last thing I wrote here had a keyword "amusing." Nothing even vaguely amusing has happened since then. I'm no longer even sure how many days have passed since a 23 year-old man named Cho shot and killed 32 people, and then himself, at Virginia Tech. I've blogged about this on Crimespace, and commented on other people's posts about it. I have in fact become so saturated with the poison of this stuff that I believe it's made me physically ill.

I wonder how the news anchors stand it. I can no longer turn on CNN, which is difficult because CNN has become sort of a lifeline for me, my connection to the big wide world from here, behind the redwood curtain. The excessiveness of the coverage of "the massacre" has made me close to physically ill. I mean that literally. Either it's that or I'm coming down with something viral, which I seriously doubt.

But the excess has also given me some perspective. I woke up this morning with this in my head:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling down the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

Why would the first verse of the Battle Hymn of the Republic be my first though upon waking? I think the key is in the second line.

I think, taking a very long view of the massacre and all the tragedy surrounding it (including the tragedy of Cho himself, a wasted individual who was mentally ill and never got the help that might have saved him and his victims) the time has come to trample down the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

We need an end to violence, wherever it is found. Period. Full stop.

It has long been obvious that we need an end to the War in Iraq. But we also need an end to videogames in which characters are blown away routinely by boys too young to understand that if you shoot a person they don't just pop back up, like in a game. Those are the two ends of a continuum -- we need to change everything in between, too.

We need a culture in which compassion and kindness are valued in everyone, not consigned only to wimps and the Dalai Lama.

amusing thought

I don't really know where this came from, but as a break from all the seriousness, here's a thought:

the phrase De gustibus (non disputandem) means basically the same thing as Whatever.

Heh.

Enough With the Hating

Today, April 14th, Bill Maher has a good piece in Salon (sorry, I don't know yet how to post live links here, but you can find it if you go to the main page) titled Say It Loud: I'm Elite and Proud. I promised myself I wouldn't get into politics much here, but I never said that about religion -- nor would I, because religion is very important to me. And during this current US administration, religion and government have become unfortunately intertwined. I say unfortunate because this is America where constitutionally we have separation of church and state. I never have understood how politics and religion could become anathema to good manners in dinner conversation, or nowadays forbidden to some internet discussion groups. How can you live and not have opinions about these things?

The thrust of Maher's piece concerns a little-known fact: The Justice Department is being run by graduates of a place called Regent Law School, who are mostly female and in their 30s. And Regent Law School is a part of Pat Robertson's university.

But Maher, as much as I think his heart and brain and therefore also his tongue are in the right place, is not perfect himself, and I didn't like the way he said what he had to say. I think he's been infected with the same germ that finally brought Don Imus down. Further, Maher made one statement that's flat wrong, and I don't think he made it tongue-in-cheek. He said "that eye-for-an-eye stuff that Jesus was always in a flap about" -- that's not an exact quote, but close. Fact is, Jesus wasn't in the eye-for-an-eye camp. That was Old Testament stuff. The new stuff that Jesus formulated had to do with cheeks, not eyes. Turn the other cheek, that was Jesus.

The Christian Right has consistently distorted what Jesus said and did, even while they cling to the Bible as the Word of God. Jesus, if he were alive today doing the same kinds of things he did in his own time, would probably be in trouble with any government. He was kind of anti-authoritarian, to say the least. But mainly, he was for love not hate, he was for everybody gettting along with everybody else, he was the ultimate uniter of people, not a divider. He was into forgiving, not punishing. And as for pre-emptive strikes, remember what Jesus said about "Let him who is without sin cast the first stone."

Regardless of which side of the political or religious or cultural or socio-economic spectrum one is on, I think the time has come to put away the hate, and the language of hate. We have to learn how to be confrontational, when necessary, without being destructive. That's a tall order. I'm not even sure how to do it. But for starters, in my own daily life, I'm going to try.

The Dark Matters

As promised, a few words on dark matter.

I mean the kind of dark matter the physicists and cosmologists now say may make up a very large percentage of the universe, since without its existence, the galaxies we've discovered via the better-seeing new telescopes like Hubble and Chandra etc. would fly apart. There is not enough gravity, as in from Newton's Law of, to hold them together. Or something like that. I am neither a physicist nor a cosmologist so it's hard for me to read about this stuff much less explain it.

A word or two of background as to how and why I got interested in this stuff in the first place. For starters, it's "dark matter". How could a mystery writer not be intrigued? And there's the fact that astronomy has always interested me, from earliest childhood. I don't know how old I was when I used to pull the National Geographic magazines off the shelf in my grandfather's study and sit there on the rug looking at pictures of the stars, but for certain it was before I could read and I learned to read at 5, so .... The one I remember best was called the Spiral of Andromeda. Now I know that's the galaxy nearest to us; then it was only the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I was vastly disappointed when I couldn't see it myself up there with the Big Dipper and Orion and all the rest, that I'd need a telescope. I could go on with memories of this nature because I have many, but you get the idea.

Well, a couple of years ago I thought I might write a book about the year 2012 and tie it to dark matter somehow, so I did a lot of research. I read a ton of books - - maybe I should say I tried to read them because none of them were easy going, and I about broke my brain over string theory. (Anyone reading this who has ever read any of this stuff yourself, please note I said I broke my brain not my brane. ) This is a most intriguing thing, is it not, to think that not just some but most of the universe is composed of stuff we can't see?

Here is what I propose, having read all the scientific stuff to the best of my ability: WHAT IF (you know the author's what if, don't you) the stuff that there is so much of but we can't see it is spirit, not matter? What if there is a whole spiritual realm so vast that it has cumulative weight?

If you think about it for a while with something like an open mind, and can get past the fact that we live in such a science-dominated age that all of us tend to have caught the scientific bias of needing visible, repeatable proof, then you have to admit it's possible.

What if there really are beings of individual personality and intelligence that have never had bodies and don't even want them? What if these beings are the origin of our belief in angels, which is almost a universal belief among humans of all cultures and all periods of history? I tend to believe that things that have often been repeated in mythology, especially mythologies that have formed the basis of religions, are there because they do in some form actually exist and we human beings have a sort of race-memory of those elements embedded in us somehow, maybe in our very genetic codes. We all have some ideas of things invisible that are nevertheless real. It's just that the true nature of those things eludes us, so that many of us end up denying their existence.

I am not really going anywhere with this proposal that dark matter is spiritual stuff, though I played with it for a while in terms of a novel. Some of the ideas I played with, the ones related to 2012, I'm putting into the book I'm working on now, which may or may not ever be finished. Even while I was reading and formulating my ideas, I had a hunch that these physicists and cosmologists were over-thinking the whole thing. From a commonsense point of view, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Isaac Newton, smart fellow though he was, might not have come up with a law that works in our solar system but not necessarily outside of it. The existence of dark matter isn't necessary to postulate within the solar system, it's only when you get to those galaxies -- and I guess within our own Milky Way -- that you need dark matter so that Newton's laws will continue to work.

Small moment of digression: I continue to be blown away by the fact that we call our galaxy the Milky Way, and one of the great wall sculptures at that ancient temple in Cambodia [whose name escapes me but will probably come to mind as soon as I get away from the computer] is called Churning the Sea of Milk. It's one of the great Hindu myths about the creation of the world. That's an example of what I mean about the truths being in the great old stories. And that temple is Angkor Wat. I didn't remember it, exactly, I remembered it's in Graham Hancock's book Heaven's Mirror, which is a lovely book even if he is a bit of a kook. So I looked it up. There's a whole chapter on Churning the Sea of Milk in there.

Now bringing this up to date and to a close: In yesterday's mail, after I'd said I was going to write about dark matter in this blog, I got something from Scientific American, a Special Report (their caps) titled Does Dark Matter Really Exist? It seems there is an Israeli physicist named Mordehai Milgrom who proposed, all the way back in the 80s, that Newton's Law of Gravity doesn't work at vast distances. He came up with something called MOND, Modified Newtonian Dynamics, which makes the existence of dark matter unnecessary. The more the new telescopes discover, the more his MOND is proving out -- though there are a lot of people in his own profession who won't accept it.

And so it goes.... (with apologies to Linda Ellerbee, who was smart to grab that expression for her own).

new attitude, new url

I've also changed the url for getting here, to thecompassionatecurmudgeon.blogspot.com.

But I guess you'd know that or else you wouldn't be here.

Which reminds me, I'd better send a notice to people, just in case....

More tomorrow or whenever.

--DD

new name, better attitude

As you can see, I've changed the title of my blog. For this title, I'm indebted to a friend who said curmudgeonly thoughts were welcome, but compassion should be in there somewhere, Or words to that effect. So with thanks to my friend we'll proceed, and it will become clear shortly why I've changed of my sometimes-rumbly musings.

Whenever there's an overwhelming lot of something around, there's a reason for it. And you can probably be sure there's a deeper reason behind the surface one, the one that first comes to mind. Take the current Epidemic of Incivility, which exists along a continuum that goes all the way from Nobody Has Any Manners Anymore to Pre-Emptive Strikes, which are the ultimate invasion of space, whether it's personal or another country's. This is all part of In-Your-Face-Behavior. And it's all a form of bullying.

Why is this happening so much now?

You can't understand it if you go at the whole continuum, you have to take just one small part. For example, bullying. Bullies have always been around, but I don't think they've been emulated and even admired as much in recent past history as they are now. Why are so many young middle class white guys wanting to have the vocabulary and the moves of the young black rappers? If there's any group that gets in other people's faces, whose very presence is designed to intimidate, any more than these kids I certainly haven't seen it.

So, why do they do it? If you ask them, they'll say "It's cool." Maybe there's a more up to date word than cool, but that's the idea, the concept. Well, why is it cool? "So nobody don't mess with me." It's survival in a culture where bullying is accepted and tolerated and even expected.

Aha. The way to get rid of a bully is to hit first and to hit harder. This is, you might well say if you were a talking head, "pre-emptive behavior."

The other way is to turn your back, to walk off and leave the scene. In fact, both of these behaviors are pre-programmed into us as the fight-or-flight thing.

My personal preference when dealing with anybody anywhere along this continuum, all the way down to the ones who just have really bad manners, is to simply leave. But while I'm walking away I might try to figure out what, exactly, it is I'm walking away from. Especially if I might have preferred to stay.

I have another friend, not the one who suggested that curmudgeons should have a compassionate side, but one equally wise, who says that violence comes from fear. I think she's right. And I think our Epidemic of Incivility has its roots in fear too, though it's a little harder to see on the less consequential end of the continuum. Picking one's nose in public, for example.
It's easier when you're talking about a pre-emptive strike on Iraq.

The bully is basically a coward. Even little kids know it. That's why hitting him first and harder means, in most cases, that he'll henceforth leave you alone. He's really afraid on some deep, inner level, perhaps of something he can't even name himself, and so he picks on you or your kid. But hitting first and harder doesn't always work; sometimes the bully regroups and the next time will hurt you really bad. The deeper the bully's inner fear, the more that's likely to happen.

So here's what I think is going on now, why there's so much incivility around: As a whole society, we are afraid. I forget the exact figure, but something like one percent of the world's people hold 98 percent of its wealth. And the rest of us are afraid, to varying degrees, of what may become of us as a result. It is glaringly evident that the one percent with the wealth do not care what happens to anyone but themselves.

Personally I think we should get God to ship them all to Dubai ... but I digress.

We have a situation where neither fighting nor fleeing really works all that well anymore, yet we're pretty much stuck in the fight mode. We've toned it down to the in-your-face behavior, by and large, most of the time. As long as the person doing it isn't high on meth or something worse, I guess with understanding the reason behind the behavior, I can ignore it. But I think there needs to be a third way of responding

The third way is to acknowledge the fear behind the bad behavior, and by our own behavior to offer an alternative. This is going to be pretty hard to practice, on the level of the kid on the skateboard in my right of way to whom I want to give the finger. But to go from the ridiculous to the sublime, I think of the Dalai Lama. Sure, he didn't fight, he's like the ultimate flee-er. But if he'd fought, his whole country would have been obliterated; instead he moved the center of his religion to India, which is where it has roots anyway, and much of the Tibetan Buddhist culture has been preserved. What would the Dalai Lama do with the kid on the skateboard? Most likely he'd just wait, and smile at the kid while waiting.

It will be interesting, along this line, to see what the Rutgers basketball team does with Don Imus. Will they meet with him, and if they do, what will the individual girls say to him. I saw Al Sharpton with him on CNN last night, and Sharpton -- who can get up in anybody's face with the fiercest of them -- was unusually restrained. He was, actually, fairly close to what I mean when I say we need a third way to handle bullies, a way that quietly acknowledges the root of the bad behavior and shows, by example, that there's a better way to handle your fear. Imus is afraid of those female basketball players? You bet he is, no matter how long or how hard he might deny it.

And that's enough of this for now.

Coming soon: The Dark Matters

A Tough World Out There

In my own rumbly, griping sort of way, I'm trying to understand this world we live in today. It's kind of gotten away from me.

Case in fact: The internet exploded during the three years I was intentionally away from it. Or so it seems to me. That would be between 2003-06. At least I now feel firmly seated in the 21st century, and can even think of the 90s as "the previous century." Which is a start, I guess.

But some things about the internet don't change. It's a place where you can get ripped off in the blink of an eye and it's happened to me more than once. I lost my internet innocence a long time ago, largely thanks to domain grabbers. I won't go into the details here, but at present my second website's domain name, avadianneday.com, is owned by someone who is not me and who has put up a website with my books and an old interview and a Contact Me link that does not link to me at all. I just found out about this a few weeks ago, and now, thanks to research done by someone more savvy about these things than I am, I have a name and physical address in NYC and an email address that's in Russia -- but there's little I can do except wait until it expires, which is in August of this year. Meanwhile my first domain name, dianneday.com, was available again (it was grabbed up too, by Russian porn vendors, years ago) and I just a little while ago purchased it through GoDaddy for $25 for two years, automatically renewable.

I posted about this on Crimespace, and one of the members who read it gave reasons why the Russians and Chinese and Nigerians and so on like to grab the domain names of known authors. It's because they know the authors have fan bases who are likely to visit and they hope that among the many hits they may be able to attract one tiny bit of business to whatever it is they redirect the traffic toward.

My curmudgeonly mind linked up that information with the content of a Prime Time tv program (I think that's NBC) about identity theft, in which the reporter tracked purchases of identity thieves all the way to an African country so tiny I never heard of it (nor has much of anybody else, which is why the thieves like to use it), located right next to Nigeria where so many of these internet scammers reside. The reporter interviewed two of these people into identity theft and other sorts of computer crimes. When the reporter said to the man pretending to be a lawyer, "You lied to me", the man replied, "Of course. Everybody lies." Later on he said "You're American. You have so much, we have so little, of course we want to deceive you."

That's a large part of what's going on in this world that I'm trying so hard to understand.

We are out of balance, globally. Too much of the wealth is concentrated in the US. We consume a disproportionate amount of the world's goods, especially the oil. One way or another, this situation will not be allowed to continue -- and as it slowly falls apart or is blasted into correction, individuals like me will have problems like Russians taking over our domain names. I'm lucky that's all it is. At least, so far.

Curmudgeon Lives On!

Well you just never know, do ya? I decided not to give up too soon.

The Inner Curmudgeon has been rumbling again. This time, it's about bullying behavior.

I've noticed increasingly there's a trend to think it's OK to bully, or to behave in a way that I would consider is bullying. For example on last night's Law and Order, a new episode, there was a suspect who at the end accused the Sam Waterson character of thinking he was guilty because he "had attitude". Yes, he was black, and he was a recording studio owner for rap artists. These are the very group often emulated by white performers these days, and performer wannabes -- and in fact in my very own little isolated part of the world, the North Coast, there are many, many of these wannabes. The local paper's Thursday Entertainment section is full of nothing else but this type of "music". In the tv show, the character admittedly had reasons that seemed to be good ones for his behavior, which consisted of basically not taking any shit from anybody anywhere any time, and the way he showed he wouldn't take it was to come on strong at the first glint of assertiveness from anyone else, to get right up in their face with strong language and threatening looks, and stay in their face until the other party backed down.

My question of the moment is, Is this sort of thing really necessary, except in extreme circumstances?

There are two tv commercials that seem to think bully-type behavior is enjoyable to the point of being able to inspire people to buy things. The worse one is for my regional cable tv company, Suddenlink (a successor to Cox Communications). This is done in cartoon form and frankly I find the commercial so offensive that I would have gone to another cable company if there were one available. In the commercial, there's the Suddenlink name logo on the screen, and along comes an icon-character, hopping across the screen right-to-left, which represents the Dish Network. It looks like a stick figure with a dish for a head. When this dish-icon gets midscreen, the l from the Suddenlink name comes hopping out to greet the dish-icon. The l bends as if kissing the dish on each cheek, and then quickly grabs the dish-shaped part of the icon and puts it on the l's top or head, like a hat and hops away with it, back toward the rest of the Suddenlink lineup of letters. From there the l tosses the dish like a frisbee to some of the other letters, while the dish-icon, without its own head, tries desperately to get its dish back. In the end it falls down dead. And that is the end of the commercial.

The second one that offends me uses people. It's a commercial for AG Edwards, an investment company. There's a sort of pudgy, soft-looking 40ish man gathering up his belongings from a desk in a typical office, putting them into a box, obviously moving on either to retirement or to a new job. His colleagues say a warm goodbye and he goes awkwardly out the door. You get the feeling this pudgy guy probably does most things awkwardly. He gets down the hall and realizes he's forgotten something, so he goes back to his office, where meanwhile his colleagues are gleefully taking the place apart, laying claim to his desk lamp, his keyboard and so on, obviously delighted that he's gone. The poor guy looks slapped in the face. But he gets himself together and goes to a cabinet, opens the doors and takes out his Nest Egg, which is quite large, and leaves with it. So in this commercial the underdog wins because he has his big nest egg, but really, was that other demonstration necessary? It's like being threatened to make you save money.

I deplore this kind of thing. I'd like to know why it's so pervasive now. Really.

-- DD

Final Curmudgeon?

I'm not so sure about this, but it is entirely possible that my blog experiment is at an end. It has been valuable, though, for helping me to understand at long last why I've never been able to keep a journal for very long. I seem able to do it only if it's related to a particular goal, such as the long time it took me to decide to relocate myself from the East Coast to the West Coast, where I spent the most meaningful years when I was growing up. Other than that sort of journal, I've been a flop at keeping them.

The reason, it has become clear to me just this morning, is that what I value most is not having ideas, but exchanging and discussing them with others. The internet is a wonderful way to do that, when one lives alone in a relatively isolated place, as I do now.

Of course, I haven't advertised this blog's existence; if I did, more people might come and read it but even so, that's not a real exchange of ideas. So, I need to rethink.

-- Dianne