An open letter to LJ / SUP / Mr Dronov & Company

[wemyss]

I begin by noting that I am less than full of Christmas cheer just now (Tottenham failing to manage anything better than a draw against the sodding Rent Boys did not improve my mood; SPOTY disregarded both Cookie and Straussy; and I have been suffering the inadequacies of a company almost as obtusely incompetent and smugly hapless as yours - yes:

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[femmequixotic]

I am beginning to think I'm the only one on my flist not royally up in arms about this situation. :(

Perhaps I'm just too worn out after being sick this year to really rouse myself to shake my sword. Perhaps I spent all my LJ outrage when having to wrangle with LJ staff during the Six Apart years over Strikethrough and Boldthrough. Perhaps it's just that it's Christmas and I miss my family dreadfully and thus have a ridiculously maudlin wish for the proverbial peace on earth and goodwill towards men which after a paper on human evil and suffering that I wrote earlier this month I don't think we human beings have a hope in hell of obtaining. (Reading about Auschwitz and Abu Ghraib hurt my soul and I don't think it's quite recovered.)

I do think everyone has a right to their frustration and should express it as often and as loudly as they wish (and I will support the choice to do so with a grand huzzah), but I have to say, reading all the (justified) anger on my flist this week has just made me wicked sad--and feel really really old and tired.

Ah well. Ignore the silly little emotional bird here. I've nothing helpful to contribute to the discussion, alas,but I do appreciate the safe space in which to be a little :( .

Or, quite conceivably...

[wemyss]

... you're simply a nicer and more charitable person than I shall ever be.

All my love to you and N and the Felines.