I’ve already posted for the day, but something is bothering me – and since it could be considered related (it’s a stretch, but still) to today and tomorrow’s postings, I’m going to give my opinion.
This morning, when I launched IE, the headline on my home page had a picture of Sir Paul (McCartney – for you youngsters, out there) and his new bride on the steps of the registry office where they’d just been married. I’m a child of the sixties – so I read the story, as well as the comments under it. And it is the comments that have me writing this.
There were more than a dozen posted when I was reading them; and with the exception of two or three offering congratulations, they were a series of rude, unnecessary statements. Apparently, rudeness now passes for wit.
Personally, I’d love to hear what a good Freudian psychiatrist would say what these comments revealed about their posters. Even I can see they’re filled with jealousy and spite. Do mothers no longer tell their children ‘If you can’t say something nice about something, don’t say anything.’?
I am, without a doubt, a hopeless romantic – perhaps one of the last of a dying breed – I admit it. But I think it’s wonderful. Congratulations to the happy couple. Rock on!