So my youngest niece Megan is now 3, and her parents took her to Florida on vacation. On the flight down, they asked her several times if she needed to use the restroom, and she declined each time. Later, my sister got up to use the facilities.
Megan: "Where'd Mommy go?"
Her Dad: "She went to the bathroom."
Megan, after a pause: "Did she get off?"
Well, I have a little dilemma that I've been thinking on for a few days with no resolution, so I thought perhaps you, Dear Reader, might have an insight or two that would help me.
It's about comments, and courtesy, and it's kinda complicated. If someone leaves a spam comment on my blog, I kill it without remorse. If they leave an offensive comment, I either kill it or edit it (sometimes beyond recognition). Hey, my house, my rules.
The problem is: someone left a comment, not in and of itself offensive, but using language some people (including myself) find offensive, on a post of mine at a group blog. So it's not really my house, although we could stretch the metaphor to say it's my room in the house. The comment isn't spam, and the gist of the comment is certainly acceptable. It's just the...hmm, well, let's go with 'swearing and blasphemy' that bother me.
I emailed the author, and pointed out that I felt his language was inappropriate, and he apologized to me via email--but he did not edit the comment (maybe it didn't occur to him, or may he doesn't know how, or maybe I have access he doesn't, even though he is also part of the "group").
So that should be the end of that, except I have a tendency toward OCD and I cannot shrug off the nagging annoyance of "bad words" in a comment to my post. I also cannot escape the notion that it would be discourteous of me to edit his non-spam, completely on-topic and totally relevant remarks, just because he prefaces them with a naughty exclamation. Now I'm stuck, see-sawing between two options that seem to carry equal weight in the decision equation.
So, do I live with the nagging annoyance, and hope it eases over time? Or do I bowdlerize his comment?
Happy Birthday Pixy Misa! (That pesky International Dateline thing messes me up...)
Ok, I'm tired of looking at that last post. (Yes, I use my blog as my homepage. Every time I get online I see it. I'm tired of it.)
Unfortunately, I have nothing of interest with which to replace it. Well, except that one of my mom's sisters (mom is the baby of 12 children) recently celebrated her 90th birthday--and she is not the eldest surviving! One of my brothers took mom to Virginia to attend the party, where she got to visit with her siblings.
The women in my family are long-lived, apparently. It's good I have lots of hobbies...
Comment spammers are evil, vile, disgusting creatures.
I wish them all a disfiguring disease...painful and humiliating, but not fatal--I want them to live a long time in torment!
Guess I'm not really a good person after all...