This post was first published in November, 2010. Based on some recent emails I’ve received, I think it would be beneficial to repost it from time to time for the new folks. Thank you for your patience if you’ve already read it.
In my musings about this home life I’m living, I often say things that other women view as “judgmental”. I explain that my being at home instead of in the “real world” is a perfectly viable vocation, even should my husband die, and I’m called to the mat for “judging” women who work outside the home. I mention that some people probably shouldn’t homeschool, and I’m castigated for judging unschoolers, of all things! If I were to say that I prefer the white meat of the bird, someone is probably going to accuse me of hating people who prefer the thigh. It’s a risk you take when you talk to yourself in public. I’m prepared for that, and often amused by it.
I love my commenters. Need you, in fact! I love those who agree, and those who disagree. But there is one kind of commenter that I just can’t stand. It’s the commenter who thinks that her (or his, I suppose) situation should be my primary consideration, no matter what the topic. Of course, I have no way of even knowing the situations of my readers. As this is the internet, and I am basically addressing everyone on the planet who happens to click over thisaway, it is ridiculous in the extreme for anyone to take my postings personally. This is about as impersonal as it gets!
I suppose that, in the sense that I base my decisions on my own judgment, then I am indeed being judgmental. But I’m not judging you, dear reader. I am weighing options and judging consequences. If you want me to judge you, shoot me an email with all your details, and I’ll play Dr. Laura for you. Otherwise, please don’t hit up my comments with your pleas of “stop judging me!”. Because I am not. I don’t even know you. (If I do know you, then you can rest assured that I think you’re fine. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t seem to be doing a better job than me at practically everything.)
I am not your master. I’m not a preacher or a spiritual leader of any kind. I don’t wish to tell you what is best for you. You’ll answer to someone besides me on Judgment Day, and if your conscience is clear, you don’t need to fear what a little hillbilly in Appalachia thinks of you.
I do, however, have reasons for doing the things I do, and those reasons amount to judgments. If you don’t like those judgments, feel free to disagree, but from now on, comments that focus on my attitude (which is not the problem), rather than the merits of the discussion will be ignored. Or maybe even deleted, depending on whether I judge your comment to be trollish.
That is all.