The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

I’m a regular reader of the blog site, Anne the Vegan. Anne’s posts are usually about running or food but every now and again she writes eloquently about society; about events of the day; about justice and injustice.
This evening she published a piece which stems from public criticism of Eliza Fletcher’s decision to go for an early morning run by herself. Ms. Fletcher was abducted and murdered, and in some circles the finger of blame has been pointed at her for doing something that I, a white male, have done, and felt safe doing, for over fifty years.
As Anne points out in her piece, a flaw in our society holds women to a different standard. I can’t begin to understand or communicate the frustration and anger that women must feel, but Anne does so in a piece that is well written and powerful. Please scroll down to a link to Anne’s thought provoking piece. 

I went for a 7 mile run yesterday, per my marathon training plan. Did I think about safety? I always do. I can’t afford not to. I’m a woman. I also thought about the abduction and death of a female runner as I ran. And I ran alone. On a college campus. And I couldn’t […]

Why does society still blame the victim? — Anne the Vegan

“Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery
Breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that
Can’t you read the sign?”
Songwriter: Les Emmerson
Released in 1970 by The Five Man Electrical Band.

The Monthly Monochrome for August celebrates the sign, one of the most excellent of photo subjects.

Why such high praise for the simple sign?

Why indeed.

When I want to take a picture of a sign, it doesn’t give me a ration of grief like my tweener grandchildren do. Unlike dogs and tweeners, signs don’t fidget in the middle of a shot – unless you count neon signs that blink or flicker. They don’t complain about having to pose or stand still. They don’t look at the photo and get all pissy because they didn’t smile or because they blinked (even the neon signs don’t complain when they’ve blinked). In fact, they don’t complain about anything.

A photo of a sign always has a story attached to it. Otherwise what’s the purpose in putting up a sign?

Signs can be clever; they can be funny or they can be off putting; they can be quirky; they can be attractive; they can be confusing and confounding, and they’re usually, but not always, informative.

Signs can be like people. And why not? After all, people make them. Signs come in various sizes, shapes and colors – just like people. Just like people they can make you happy or piss you off. They can have their own politics and religions.

A sign can be bossy and stern like your, “No Trespassing – Violators will Be Prosecuted” placard, or, a sign can be polite, such as “Please Clean Up After Your Dog.”

But enough of this palaver. Let’s get to the main event.

Green Bay, Wisconsin.
Attorney for John Barleycorn’s defense?

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“Most writers like to maintain some sort of anonymity.” ~ Sheryl Crow

Sheryl’s dead wrong if you’re a blogger trying to interact with readers. That interaction has been exceedingly difficult on WordPress lately.

“Anonymity is the calling card of the fearful and the courage of the cowardly.”
~ Beem Weeks

I don’t know about that Mr. Weeks, but starting in this month of August, anonymity has been the blogger’s vexation. For me it  began on August 10th when I noticed a comment on one of my photo blogs. The commenter wrote, “Great great GREAT monochromes. You are a master.” It was signed “anonymous” but the wording of the comment told me that the writer was a gentleman who has often commented on my photo blogs.

Shortly thereafter, my posts were being inundated by “anonymous” commenters and like the gentleman mentioned above, the wording of many of these anonymous comments seemed to hint at regular, known commenters.

Over the past weekend, I contacted two bloggers via email and found that they were having the same issue. One of the bloggers had contacted Jetpack, and she was told that she must’ve changed her settings (she hadn’t).

Two days ago (August 22nd), I contacted the WordPress help desk, described the problem and offered the suggestion that they actually look into the problem and not provide a “canned” explanation such as, ‘the commenter might not have been logged in”.

(Note: You should not appear as “anonymous” if you are a WP blogger and you are signed into your WP account. If you are not signed in you will indeed appear as “anonymous.”). Continue reading

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