Society for Aesthetic Deletions

I was relating a tale to Paula via IM today (thank the $dieties for Fire) that happened earlier this week.

I was at my boss Kate's desk, leaving her a note as she wasn't in. A co-worker came by, someone I'm friendly with (okay, I'm friendly with everyone, I'm just more friendly with some), and she was looking for Kate. Noting that I am not she, I agreed with her. Then she added, "You're like Kate..." to which I responded with, "Only less gay!"

Said co-worker looked at me in astonishment. One of those, "Did she just say what I THINK she said??" looks, still smiling, but obviously taken aback.

I laughed, and kept on writing my note. I later related the story to Kate, who laughed with me, and asked me how surprised the aforementioned co-worker had looked when I had said that.

In talking to Paula, she lamented that everyone is so mercilessly PC these days that simple jokes between friends can get blown out of hand by those who aren't in the same social circles. I told her to blog about that, but she declined, saying that she's gotten enough grief from the tom+cruise+braces people, amongst others, that it just isn't worth it.

Now, that's sad...not being able to speak your mind in a weblog because of what the few loonies will say to you, either in your comments or in email.

I told her she's just too popular. It's things like this that make me glad I don't have a ravening horde of fans, reading my every word. It makes me glad that I have maybe a comment a week. It also makes me glad my husband doesn't read my weblog, or even really care about it. If I got nasty emails/comments, it'd drive him crazy.

I think he prefers the ignorance. So do I sometimes, so do I.