Hope you don’t mind Amy, but this get’s a reblog. Way to go!
I am not in a good mood right now.
I have spent the last few weeks dealing with my landlord and his real estate agent, both of whom act like they’re doing me huge favors by, say, not illegally breaking my lease or being willing to pay for professional cleaners to clean their property before their open house event. No acknowledgment is being made of the fact that I am the person in this situation who is hemorrhaging money and time and stress from the inconvenience.
Where is our compassion?
I am supposed to be appalled at how non-inclusive the science fiction community is becoming because of the recent hoop-la about this year’s Hugo host. Did things get out of hand? Yes. And ultimately both sides of this drama suffered. How terrible it must be to have to worry about having your win of a major writing award punctuated with…
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Sadly, too often doing the right/polite thing ultimately means that you get the short end of the stick. I hope that your friend was able to find some peace and compassion in a different place.