Last week, an anonymous poster left some really mean-spirited comments on my blog. (Thanks for sticking up for me, Rachael!). One was under the post Five Things, where she wrote:
I think it's interesting that you spend your entire pregnancy trying to do what's right for the baby, but then you decide to give birth at home because of the experience you want. Selfish, indeed.
You remind me of Maggie Gyllenhaal's character in "Away We Go." With your "unschooling" and "lotus birth" BS. That is not a compliment.
And the other was under the post Once Upon a Child:
You are amazingly judgmental. It's not funny. It's pathetic.
So, yeah. There it is.
I'm assuming the poster is not reading my blog anymore. I don't know why she would be... (although, apparently, she read enough of it in the first place to comment on two different posts made almost a month apart, as well as knowing that I'm an unschooler and have done lotus births.)
It is difficult to define where the line between passion, belief, and annoyance with the dichotomy of the human culture ends and judgment begins. Within the world of birth and parenting, it is doubly hard.
When I say something like, "I think that, barring an emergency, home is the best place to give birth," I am not trying to be judgmental any more than when I say, "Grilled Chicken and Bacon Stuffed Pizza is the absolutely BEST pizza you can get at Papa Murphy's."
That is just WHAT I THINK. It is WHAT I BELIEVE (in both cases).
My mind is extremely structured in this way, THAT'S WHAT THE PSYCHIC SAID!
Like, when I'm in Papa Murphy's watching everybody ordering pizzas that are NOT Grilled Chicken and Bacon Stuffed, I don't say anything to them about their choices. I don't judge them. I don't try to make them feel bad about it. But, since I am so passionate about the Grilled Chicken and Bacon Stuffed Pizza at Papa Murphy's, I will then come home and write about it on my blog.
Why aren't people getting offended by that?
Granted, I do admit that I might be judgmental about certain things... like the whole circumcision thing (I'm assuming the poster didn't see that one, or she really would have let me have it), and maybe the gallbladder/douche bag thing (although, I'm a bit hesitant to label that one as judgment... it can more accurately be attributed to the workings of my structured mind in that I saw the most logical solution to the problem, but then I was a prick about it because my mom didn't listen to my advice. It wasn't a good thing for me to be a prick, but it wasn't necessarily judgment either).
I don't know. Judgment can be tricky because that line can be so thin and/or confusing.
In closing, here is my advice which I have been giving to my husband every day since I've visited the psychic: "Remember... I am smart. I make good choices. You should listen to me."