After years of silence out of someone I used to consider a close friend, a mutual friend suggested I read his/her blog.
This silence began when this friend pretty much dove down my throat for daring to add information to an email from him/her requesting that we the recipients give our aid to a charitable organization. I pointed out that I was disqualified from doing so by the policies of said charitable organization, outlined what policies, and pointed out that at least one other person on the list was disqualified and might not know it. It wasn't as much an attempt to grandstand as it was to remind folks that there're limitations. I can't give blood, as a f'rinstance, because I'm a cocksucker who's lived in Britain for more than 3 months during the 6-7 years before mad cow disease hit the front page. If someone who's a cocksucker or a Brit is going to give blood, I think it's fair to let him or her know that they may have trouble with it before they get there.
I just read the most recent three entries of this was-friend's blog. One of these is a complaint that someone publically called him/her out on a breach of the social contract, and got cheered on by those around for this. This was (per his/her own admission) after less denigrating attempts to evoke conformity out of him/her.
The part that gets me is not that this person stood up for his/her rights; the part is that this person is stunned that the right to standing up for himself/herself does not create privilege out of that right.
More simply: sure, you have a right to wear an ugly hat on your head- I have a right to tell you that is one fucking ugly hat, and you do NOT have a right to not hear me saying that it's an ugly hat.
And here, I'd hoped some things had changed. Sigh.
Well, was-friend, I hope life is treating you well. However, I will continue to avoid you like the plague.