I was reading your journal for months, then I friended you to make it easier to read, then I posted a comment that I found one of your posts to be a bit of a generalization, then you deleted the post and BANNED me. (Hence the anonymous).
I thought at the time this was a bit of an over-reaction, since I generally like your writing quite a bit. But then, perhaps I was being over-sensitive, since so many people say "girls read more than boys", but I don't personally know any of those kids - as I said, my son reads more than I do, even. Eragon in 2 days? Come on. If you hear something enough, the problem then is that things, education, ads, programs and so forth, are designed around received ideas, and not what may or may not obtain. Who can unravel the theads of received ideas? It's a careful process, and none of us are perfect at it, or even patient enough to try.
So, we clashed, and yet, I still enjoyed reading your journal, but after passing you on the street a few times, I started to feel weird, and unfriended you, though I still read your journal.
I honestly live on a diagonal from work that passes through the Library. I don't drive - cars are terrible things, really, wasteful and so forth.
Often, on my daily walk between the West End and my place of work, Carnegie, I have passed you, by The Hockey Sweater reading at Word on the Street, or just the other day by the post office, with my son once on Commercial at the bridge too, as well, among others. I want to smile at you, but it seems somehow wrong.
I thought it stupid that I feel I've somehow transgressed, when all I did was make a comment that, yes, I admit, was a little rough, but not at all malicious. You are beautiful and intelligent and a great contribution to the culture of Vancouver, which will miss you when you've gone.
When I read you were leaving, I wanted to give you a gift, because, even though I did not intend to offend you, I did, and I feel bad about that, especially since, as I've said, I generally like your writing.
The Melissa Hui is cause she's my favourite female Canadian composer.
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I thought at the time this was a bit of an over-reaction, since I generally like your writing quite a bit. But then, perhaps I was being over-sensitive, since so many people say "girls read more than boys", but I don't personally know any of those kids - as I said, my son reads more than I do, even. Eragon in 2 days? Come on. If you hear something enough, the problem then is that things, education, ads, programs and so forth, are designed around received ideas, and not what may or may not obtain. Who can unravel the theads of received ideas? It's a careful process, and none of us are perfect at it, or even patient enough to try.
So, we clashed, and yet, I still enjoyed reading your journal, but after passing you on the street a few times, I started to feel weird, and unfriended you, though I still read your journal.
I honestly live on a diagonal from work that passes through the Library. I don't drive - cars are terrible things, really, wasteful and so forth.
Often, on my daily walk between the West End and my place of work, Carnegie, I have passed you, by The Hockey Sweater reading at Word on the Street, or just the other day by the post office, with my son once on Commercial at the bridge too, as well, among others. I want to smile at you, but it seems somehow wrong.
I thought it stupid that I feel I've somehow transgressed, when all I did was make a comment that, yes, I admit, was a little rough, but not at all malicious. You are beautiful and intelligent and a great contribution to the culture of Vancouver, which will miss you when you've gone.
When I read you were leaving, I wanted to give you a gift, because, even though I did not intend to offend you, I did, and I feel bad about that, especially since, as I've said, I generally like your writing.
The Melissa Hui is cause she's my favourite female Canadian composer.