I don't often vent on my blog. It's more for fun, and besides I have a husband to vent to, y'know?
But I have to write about this.
I've mentioned before that I frequent a bulletin board website, run by Jan Karon. It is a fun place, and many members have been there for years and are old friends. Besides that, some of them are just plain old. They like to call it the "Porch," which is a quaint idea: picture a nice wrap-around with 20 rockers swaying on it gently and the tea glasses clinking pleasantly.
But lately I think of them more as a coop full of crotchety old hens.
Now, when I first joined this bulletin board (BB), I was warned to watch out for the resident difficult member, a lady who wouldn't even reveal her real name, even in the midst of such friendly folk. "H" liked to start political, controversial threads, and keep things heated up with her liberal viewpoints. She and I discussed our way around many topics. However, I've learned over the years not to take these discussions personally, so my BP never went up. Why would I get riled over a woman I don't even know?
But with the political landscape becoming daily more volcanic, the political threads became numerous, and some of the local hens were offended. "We don't like these threads!" "They raise our blood pressure!" "They're taking over the Porch!" "People are so mean on those threads!"
The simple solution, which they were told, was simply not to click on those threads. But I fear that the old hens' claws were simply addicted to reading all that vilification. Dislike it they might; ignore it they could not.
So, now the political threads will be relegated to a separate location on the website; out of sight, out of mind. And those hens declare they are thrilled, and will NOT frequent those threads. Even though, of course, they could not resist them before. And those threads had exponentially more views than any of the share-your-favorite-recipe, or how-do-you-knit-a-sweater, or see-pictures-of-my-vacation threads.
None of those controversial threads got me irritated, but in case you can't tell, this little chain of events has stuck in the proverbial craw. I don't know that I'll frequent that place anymore. I tried, I really did, to enjoy chit-chat about my daily doings, and others' as well. It's relaxing sometimes. But bless me, I'll not do it with a bunch of whiners who don't have control over their own mouse-clicking fingers. Grrrr, as they say.