Mild Pitting of Beck

I’ll just say this. This is a thoughtful comment, but one that is so fraught with the risk of facile misapplication. How do you reliably distinguish “soft bigotry” from genuine kindness?

I’ll also repeat something I’ve said several times before. I find many of Beck’s little blog-like anecdotes entertainingly reminiscent of the short stories collected in Life Among the Savages by Shirley Jackson. Jackson was a serious writer of fiction, but this book collects anecdotes of her chaotic family life in small-town Vermont and it’s hilarious. Beck is doing something like that in her own small way, and being pilloried for it.

Beck may not write in a classical or refined style, but she has a natural sense of language and cadence, a good sense of how to tell a story with wit and charm, best illustrated in some of the longer “bad, bad, bad” threads. She’s a better writer than I bet she thinks she is. To those who think it’s boring or somehow intentionally malicious, just ignore it, or go away. How hard could that be?

She is? To take the latest, is making fun of someone’s skill with, IIRC, their third language part of her chaotic family life in small-town Arkansas?

Who do you appreciate?

My trusted companion Ivy is a very kind nurse. With lots of good attributes.

Mostly she smothers me a bit. I’m ok with it usually. Cause she’s very reliable. I wouldn’t be alive multiple times, if not for her.

She judges practically everything about me. Every day. Not shy about telling me her judgements. Good and bad.

It’s her job to watch me for physical as well as cognitive discrepancies. So she can decide what to do.

We all judge people.

There’s a giant difference in hating a whole race of people and judging their actions than making judgement calls on the people around you.

Your employee or your friend. Your spouse. Your kids. It’s a full time job around here figuring out who’s having a bad day or who is feeling happy.

Be happy :two_hearts:

b.

PS Ivy knows my speech difficulties. She doesn’t mind telling me to just say it or shut up. Not big on learning ASL. I think it’s cause she’d rather knit or crochet. No one’s perfect.

Me too. Anyway, I’m out.

Eh. I guess I don’t really have all that high of expectations for online posters.

Like, I genuinely don’t see anything right now to be particularly upset about. And it’s not like I don’t call out Beck when she’s being an ass.

But right now she’s basically in line with most other posters here at various times. I’m not particularly interested in the topic she’s discussing, so I skim a bit and move on.

Bad bad bad Bayliss

That dog tickles me. My son brought in a peck of squash.

Bayliss picked him one out and slunk into his closet. Thinking I wouldn’t see.

I pressed “come now” on his speech buttons.

He came out. No squash.

I pressed “where”

He pressed “no” “outdoors”

He lied to me. Straight up lied.

I said out loud , where squash?

He pushed “friend”

Now how can I take away his friend?

That dog!

Love, b.

I love those speech buttons. That was an inspired purchase, and lots of loving patience with Bayliss! There are some amazing videos of some really smart dogs interacting with speech buttons who are literally constructing sentences from the individual meanings, not just reacting by rote. Bayliss seems to be doing much the same! Good boy!
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You summed up my feelings exactly.

Really? I don’t see that from other posters typically. Blogging, yes, and that’s fine even if I’m not interested.

But hijacking other threads with a completely different topic for the sole purpose of annoying people and ruining their discussion? Trolls do it. I can’t think of many (any?) regular posters doing that. Who do you have in mind?

Trip to Texarkana:

A few weeks ago I went to Texarkana with my Mid-dau driving me and Ivy riding. I got stuck in the back seat.

We get to my appointment. I hadda choose elevator or escalator. I didn’t see stairs.

Escalators scare the crap outta me. What if freak out and if I need to run, I often do, people will be knocked aside if I take off. :scream:

Elevators? Well I have more issues with them. Really. The fear of it crashing to the basement is all encompassing.

But I gotta go up 3 floors.

I choose the elevator. The door opens on one. Nope not going in. Too many people.

As the door closes a snotty teen boy hollered, we didn’t want you in here anyway.

I got on the next almost empty car.

Funny. The kid was in the same place as me. For reasons I’m sure are not great.

Knowing this I bear him no real ill will.

We did ride the elevator down together.

He looked a little sheepish. No words were spoken.

Sometimes you are wanted in a place, sometimes not. Sometimes you have to just choose another car to get where you are going. Another way.

A new plan, so to speak.

Ol’ beck, ridin’ upwards…

b.:heart:

How bout you go read what I posted in that thread @crowmanyclouds

Wasn’t snarky or nasty. Not one bit. In fact it was nearly word for word what others have said to me with much less kindness.

And: I APOLOGIZED, they accepted. So there!

You’re reading comprehension is beginning to worry me.

That’s 3 times recently. Dude. Get checked out. I do worry so. :wink:

BTW…bless your heart!

:grinning_face_with_smiling_eyes:

Bravo; your one-woman crusade to decrease the signal-to-noise ratio on the SDMB to near zero has been astoundingly successful.

Sign sign everywhere a sign…

Saw a sign for fresh crawfish. Cute artwork of a big ol’red crawdaddy.

I wanted to stop. Cause I loves me some mudbugs!

Don’t have the ice chest today. Alas ..

Going in to eat lunch at Mexico Compadre. I’m very nervous.

They also have a neat sign.

Signage works. It seems. Drew me into two things I wouldn’t ordinarily have noticed.

Furthermore, I noticed that stop sign the Lil’wrekker just ran. Gah!!

Stop means stop.

Love to all, b.

I’m waiting on a restaurant review…

Yummy to the max.

I knew it would taste good. I’m more worried if I ys gonna blow us outta car. She tends to react to spicy foods in a horrific way.

If I was ever gonna fire her it would be because of her steekin’ ass. :rofl:

Not the review I was lookin’ for!

Sorry. Misspelt Ivy’s name.

Gonna completely disassociate from her.

I mean it. Really.

Gonna boot her to the curb. Any day now. I swear.

:rofl:

New Socks.

Why do we like them so much? Why do they always feel fluffier before you wash them?

And why the heck do they put that seam in the toe?? Grr​:enraged_face:

Because if you can’t sew up the other end?