Bitter

It is amazing to me how bitter people get about their own choices in life. 

This morning I checked to a favorite blog to find a link to this article , which I find to be completely tasteless and uncalled-for.  It is not a review, it is just vituperative nastiness.  Yes there is such a thing as freedom of speech (although I am not sure how the persepctive differs in Great Britain as opposed to the United States), and yes we are all entitled to our opinions, and no I don’t believe we have to agree with everything and say everything is good, when it obviously isn’t, but I also keep hoping that we as humans would learn to keep our petty insecurities, resentments, and hates to ourselves.

In the blog in question, the author of the forthcoming book,  Jane Brocket doesn’t tell anyone how to live their lives, she simply shares some of the things that she loves and she does it artfully, gracefully, and with wit and charm.  That she doesn’t care to share the dirty dishwater with her readers is her choice, and we are better for it, as there is more than enough of that kind of thing surrounding us every day.

Although I had read an article about one of the studies on happiness  when Grace  pointed me to it, I never commented.  This was primarily because I was still in my catching-up phase and had not yet gotten up enough energy to resume writing; it was also because this article opens up a whole can of worms about expectations and socialization and what people want from life to which I was really not prepared to devote the necessary time and energy.  Yes, the article I read does seem to imply that women have set their sights too high, and I would argue that  some men might be happier to have relinquished some unpleasant tasks because women have let them do it. Generally society still has a lot of growing pains to get through before we become truly enlightened, if that is even possible. 

But articles like Liz Hunt’s remind me men aren’t the only ones who might need an attitude readjustment.