“Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.” ~Albert Einstein
Back in the day, when people disagreed with us, they told us to our face or on the phone, even through personal hand-written notes and letters. We’d argue over lunch, debate at parties, raise our voices via AT&T long distance and write pointed missives. If you took issue with an article in a magazine or newspaper, and sent an angry letter to the editor, you’d be required to include your name.
Technology has given rise to a brand new way to disagree: Anonymously commenting on the web. It’s hard to believe so many are spending so much time ranting about absolutely nothing. Intelligent disagreement and debate can be stimulating to the mind. Unrestrained anger is another thing entirely.
We have been overjoyed to see the incredibly enthusiastic reaction to the new feature on FOF, Date My Single Kid. FOF moms, aunts, grand moms and friends have been sending emails of joy, congratulations, encouragement and interest all day long, and so have their “kids.” Here’s a great example:
“Dearest Geri, Here in the South, mothers (both Jewish and Gentile) have crafted this skill of matchmaking to a fine art. You, my dear, have taken it to a new level of expertise. Proud to award you an honorary ‘Southern Mother’s’ award for going above and beyond your duty for the love of your son. Ya’ll take care, come see us sometimes and bless your heart!!!”
But every so often, we get a comment like this: “I would be afraid to get involved with your son if you are part of the package..you are a smother, not a mother..give this guy some freedom to find his own gal and butt out…..you are too much..” And this comment is mild, compared to some that claim I’m a disgrace to motherhood.
My son and the other young, cool people in the office tell me not to respond to comments like this because it only fuels the fire, so to speak.