My reaction as an RTB columnist? :shrug: I don’t care.
I did care for a while. Looking back on some conversations I’ve had/been involved with with people who I now know–or by even the most mediocre powers of deduction can assume–are involved, I feel like a fool. I don’t like being anybody’s fool, and my reaction to that has always been to become instantly pissed off. We’re talking “Houston, we have ignition” kind of instantly pissed off.
But two things have knocked me off the launchpad:
1—The whole Junior High element will blow over in a few days and we’ll be left with RTB, which I still feel benefits–or has the potential to benefit–the romance community. And since I actually like the people involved, it’s not that big a deal in the big picture.
2—I’ve got a four-year-old who has vomited himself dangerously close to dehydration who keeps watching me with his shadowed eyes peeking out from his ashen face, pleading with me to make it go away.
He’s a sad, heartbreaking little reminder of what’s worth my energy. And what’s not.