[Namron] Beaux's Points

[Lord Pooky]

Hey these were good words and poignant points you made, thanx.

One of the points I failed to make in MY chairiots blahblah email was that:

To those who do not like to see wheelchairs: there but for 2 seconds of 
ill-fate goethe all of us.

K I think I'm done,
Love and Much freely bestowed tolerance, do I afford each of you,

Pooky



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>Message: 2
>Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2005 07:17:37 -0800 (PST)
>From: liz wilkerson <thevintagefloozy at sbcglobal.net>
>Subject: Re: [Namron] Period Police
>To: Barony of Namron <namron at ansteorra.org>
>Message-ID: <20050110151737.96034.qmail at web80508.mail.yahoo.com>
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>Going to have to come out of lurk mode for a minute, please pardon the 
>bandwidth.
>
>Chass, I am sorry you had the misfortune to run into such a person. As for 
>how to handle such:
>
>  I've been on both sides of this problem. I have come to terms with an 
>ugly fact: I'm a needlejock. I'm in love with embroidery and fabric. I have 
>a field day taking string and making something pretty and useful out of it. 
>I love taking flat yardage and making fun things to wear out of it. Thats 
>what I do, and I can only apologize for it. We've all got our "things" that 
>drew us here. I'm dating a gentleman who adores making things to smack 
>people with. Frankly I dont get it. Nothing makes him happier than duct 
>tape and scrap metal. I can only smile and nod because I cannot comprehend 
>why ihe loves it so.  I'm sure I give him the look he gives me when I show 
>him the next stitch I'm using on his favor. Blank incomprehension coupled 
>with  faint amusement.
>
>  There are times when I get called a garb nazi, period police and other 
>less printable words. And I have also been taken to task and even belittled 
>because x y and z was "wrong" with my outfit/current project. To echo ma 
>cher barons sentiment: when you love something, you can rattle on about it 
>and scare the daylights out of someone who realllly only wanted to tell you 
>it was cool looking, not know everything there is to know about it. I know 
>I've gone into a 15 minute speel about the magic of underarm gussets and 
>scared/bored people to death. When that happens, please forgive us. It's 
>only a matter of enthusiasm, not maliciousness.
>
>There are people out there who just flat out dont know any better. Maybe 
>new, maybe isolated, maybe just a lil bit dense at times. Maybe they are 
>flush with discovery and prattling on about the newest thing they learned. 
>They really might not mean to insult or offend, but do anyway.
>
>And then there are the people out to make themselves feel better at someone 
>elses expense. The sca gives another culture, another society to rise in, 
>to become recognized in. There are times when the pursuit of that becomes 
>very important to people, and when that happens, it IS possible to cross 
>the line between meaning to "help" and being insulting and offensive. If 
>you're dealing with someone who has crossed that line, the last thing, 
>imho, you should do is return the favor. If they are trying to hurt you. 
>upset you, dont let them. Why let petty brutality and meaness win? I know, 
>easier said than done. I've left the society before over things like this, 
>and all I hurt was myself. They didnt care.
>
>So when faced with something like that, be as kind as you can, but let them 
>know that there are many ways to play the game. They are welcome to theirs, 
>but kindly leave you to yours.
>
>beaux
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