Most of the time I think of myself as living in a fairly
progressive and enlightened world. I'm fotunate that I work with
a set of wonderful people, I can travel all over the world and
I'm a member of an excellent theatre company. As a result, hatred
of things, or at least expressions of hatred are generally just
not tolerated in any of the circles in which I run. (With the
exception, of course, of things that FAIL, like a particularly
bad piece of code - but even then it's less about hatred and more
about not liking something that didn't work)
There are two social acceptable exceptions to that rule, though:
Americans, and cats.
I was reading a blog post earlier this morning (which I won't
link to because that's not the point here) which was a fun post
about older people finding new music. As a person who is not
getting any younger myself, the blog post was quite enjoyable.
Smack in the middle of it though, there was a fairly …
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