This is an ongoing problem that I have on this blog, sadly. A lack of courtesy. Never from my regular peeps, never you guys, but frequently from new readers who demand this or that password to a password-protected post. I don’t get it. I don’t understand emailing me — for the very first time, now — and abandoning all basic societal niceties like “please” and “thank you” and “you’re obviously a genius, Tracey” and acting as if you’re entitled to a given password.
To the man who emailed me demanding the password for this Eg*pt Air 990 post saying you “NEEDED more details about what really happened to the people on that flight” and that you “NEEDED to hear about it all from a family member’s point of view”: Uhm, I don’t think so. Not unless you apologize for being rude and insensitive. I don’t understand approaching me that way, just from a courtesy standpoint, and, beyond that, I really don’t understand approaching me that way on this particular subject. I’m a funny, old-fashioned girl that way, I guess. I like men to be gentlemanly. Be decent. Think about how you’re coming across. That’s all I’m saying here. And not even a please or a thank you? Methinks no. Really really NO. This is all the response you’ll get from me. Sorry to make you a public example, but your behavior demands it.
The post is password-protected for very good reasons that my regular readers are well aware of. I’m not opposed to giving passwords to people — as long as they’re not family or people I know in “real” life — but being rude and callous in the way you ask doesn’t exactly make me want to give it up. The post is highly personal. Vulnerable. If you’re interested in the post just to be a voyeur, just to be titillated by the horror of it all, you can forget it.
I had loved ones murdered on that flight — I’m touchy about it — so acting all cavalier when asking me for the password doesn’t exactly bewitch me. Okay, Slappy?
“What really happened to the people on that flight”? Uhm, they were terrorized and terrified and then they died horrible deaths.
They were murdered.
That’s what happened, all right?
Avail yourself of Google if you need more information.
The confusion of “need” and “want” is sadly a major issue in our society.
Need:
oxygen
food
water
shelter
love (not necessarily romantic love, even – just the feeling of not being isolated)
purpose
perhaps a few other things-that-aren’t-actually-things
Want:
pretty much everything else that you desire.
Teaching on a college campus, I deal daily with people who confuse “need” and “want”
Who raised these people?
shaking my head.
Sigh.
I’m sorry people are so rude and just… stupid. I’m having some hard lessons in how moronic people can be in the face of another’s suffering lately. It is strange how tragedy can make you see, in sharp relief, both the best and the worst in human beings. It brings both things out in them, distills them to just that. The ability to help or to harm. HUGS