Recently I wrote a blog post about two things: the “wear red for women” day of action and the scary news that there is something worrisome going on with my optic nerve.
The first subject was given less than 75 words in which I said I was taking part but wasn’t sure the action was going to be all that impactful.
The second topic was given more than twice the number of words and featured some of these !!!! to illustrate my worries.
And guess what!
A stranger wrote in! How nice!
“So, tell me, what does your SUPPORT really look like? What are you supporting and WHAT ARE YOU DOING PERSONALLY?”
Thanks for missing the point of my post. Thank you for ignoring posts like this one where I talk about what I do. Thanks for yelling at me. Thanks for making me feel defensive, like maybe I am not doing enough in your eyes.
No really, actually thank you.
Thank you for reminding me why women don’t speak up. Thank you for proving that people don’t read past the teaser blurb. Thanks for reminding me that I am still linked into google plus for some reason. Thank you for reinforcing my choice of audience. Thank you for making me angry… I am strong when angry.