You make me feel like a Dixie Chick...
Last month I posted a blog entry about using/not using the "N word" (I like to call it the N lyric or the N term of endearment, because then, and only then, it just makes sense) and people went all Canadian Greyhound over it. OK, fine, whatever...glad everyone has an active opinion. But then someone left an annoying comment that said something to the effect of:
"people that read this blog obviously have a higher intelligence than a dog, and there's lot of different types of discrimination and they don't need a lesson in humanity from you, so just shut your trap."
Not the anonymous commenter's exact words (and boy, were those some thought-provoking words!), but you get the gist.
My response is...uh, OK?
I'm not trying to teach anyone a lesson in humanity. I do have an opinion sometimes, yes, guilty as charged. I also have a blog that people tend to read for whatever reason. Some love it. Some hate it. Some love to hate it. Who cares?
I like to write, I like to express myself creatively, I like to speak my mind, and I like to have fun.
Stifling my creativity and the right to free speech, as well as suggesting that opinions that differ from your own are either incorrect or not to be vocalized, is a tremendously weak and rickety soapbox to stand on. Don't do it, OK?
Disagree all day long, fine, that's great -- just don't tell me to shut my trap. I'm not on The View broadcasting my ideals, I'm not on Fox News selling fiction as fact, and I'm not pointing my nicely manicured index finger in your face saying you're either with me or against me. I'm just a guy with a blog.
And I'm not ready to make nice!
