You may recall last week I wrote a piece about how I thought the city of San Francisco was being silly in their quest to take toys out of fast food kids' meals because it really didn't fix the problem it was trying to fix, and it seemed like a big waste of time for elected officials facing more important issues.
It was a piece I liked. When it appeared it was a piece other people liked I decided to send it to Huffington Post, to see if they would like it too. Amazingly, they did, and published it! They even sent out a little message to my Facebook friends to let them know they liked it, and to make me look kind of cool. I was feeling good.
The first punch came from Facebook. Well, not really a punch, more of a poke. It was someone wondering why, if there are bigger issues to focus on, I was focusing on this one. I was going to respond "because I am not using taxpayer money to focus on it" but instead I went in the bathroom and cried. That actually made me feel young though since the last time this person made me cry we were 13.
The people commenting on Huffington Post were a lot less nice. Most of them assumed that I feed my child nothing but trash, and that I possibly stand outside the back of fast food places just waiting for the grease because the meat product gets in the way. Then there were those thinking I have a personal vendetta against San Francisco, possibly because they are more enlightened than the rest of us. My favorites, of course, though were the ones who thought I was trying to run from some "truth about myself" (I'm guessing Hambuglar fetish), and that if I really feel there are more important issues I should address those.
By this time I had left work, so I was crying in my car. I thought about answering every one of the comments. I love San Francisco! I feed my kid organic produce! I hardly ever go to McDonalds, but when I do it isn't the toys, it's the fact that it is convenient and kid friendly, and unfortunately, those types of restaurants aren't the best health choices! Go after the food, not the toys! I know there are more important things, I just think looking out for wasting taxpayer money and sqaundering public opinion on such a non-issue as this one is pretty important!
I was getting ready to write all of these things when I realized something very important: none of these people know me. They don't care about me. They aren't responding to me. They are responding to who they think I am, or who they want me to be in order to reaffirm themselves, and validate their thoughts. As far as I'm concerned, that's okay. People now need affirmation more than ever, and getting anyone to think is a good thing.
I had also had a glass of wine by then. Oh, and a long phone call with T. I heart her.
Of course, that doesn't mean I wouldn't do some serious knee kicking if the opportunity arose. I mean, I'm not made of stone...