I didn't say it *was* both. I said you intended it to be one thing, and it reads another. Other people said it wasn't condescending; that's how there can be two different opinions. When there are two different people. Is that so hard? Different people get different things out of what you read, and instead of blaming the reader, as the writer, you take responsibility for what you put out there. The issue isn't even any longer who was offended and who wasn't -- it's the fact that you seem to insist there can only be one sane reaction to your writing.
My last post was an answer to feinstein's question -- nothing more. So technically, honey (see, there's an example of condescension), you brought the argument back to the fore. If it were an issue of self-importance, I'd have responded to every single post on this thread that displayed the opposite opinion, saying "no, you're wrong." I bowed out until questioned; I gave my two cents, and unless there was reason to return to the discussion, that was to be it. I'm not assuming your intention -- you made it perfectly clear. Don't assume mine.
If you don't believe that I'm legitimately offended, there's nothing I can say to change that. If you believe that I just want attention and that I'm consciously reading this blog, going "oh, I'm going to PRETEND it's about me and pretend that I'm offended because I'll get attention," what can I say other than that you're completely wrong. Again, I read it and I was offended. I didn't think you wrote it *about* me. I don't know why you're unable to grasp that distinction. Honestly, the fact that you're unable to see the fact that readers aren't constantly going to have your prescribed reaction to what you write, and that you insist it's *my* problem that your intention didn't come across properly -- *that* is self-importance. So I'm offended. It happened. I didn't *invent* my offense to rain on your parade. Stop trying to blame me for it.
I'm sorry that I took away the glory of your happy sentimental blog, but get the hell off my back. I know. I'm stepping on your spotlight. Next time I'll refrain from expressing my opinion unless it's in support of your side, so you can be bowed down to for your top-notch humor. Sorry I'm not joining the chorus in singing your praises.
You don't know me. Don't assume.
It's ironic that your passage *intended* to be condescending was... well, not.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 6/10/06 at 10:14 AM