I read many blogs. Some are very insightful. Some are quite entertaining. I love a good humorous blogger. Someone who can write about the ironies of life with sarcasm and wit is a great find.
I have also always loved debate. I have been compelled most my life to fight injustices when I come across them. Don’t ask me where it came from. I grew up with a conservative engineer for a father who’s standard response to social dilemmas was “kill them all”. My mother was a quiet, timid homemaker who made Martha Stewart look like a slacker. My older brother studied physics so you can just imagine how fun the dinner topics were.
Yet I grew up rescuing puppies and kittens, fighting for human rights, and even when I moved into the corporate world I saw my job in Human Resources as one to look out for the employee as much as the employer.
I am proud that I have been an active participant in fighting things I find off kilter and righting them. I raised my son to be the same. It doesn’t always make you popular but you sleep somewhat better at night (except when the new kitten you rescued is attacking your feet at 2 am).
I am also a staunch believer in civilized dialogue. I will not engage in conversations with people who just want to speak and not listen.
I come across some blogs like these. There are often angry bloggers out there. Which is ok, there is plenty in the world to be angry about. But when you try to have dialogues with some of the writers, to look at the views from several angles, or if you ask them what they think should be done to make positive changes, the dialogue ends. Sometimes they are angry that you challenged any of their ideas and they lash back. Other times they try to act as if their superior views and intellect means your comment is ridiculous and should be laughed off.
Maybe some should rise from their armchairs, stop heckling the referees, and start making some changes.
