Judge not lest ye be judged yourself. Tis true. Fact of the matter everyone judges. Liar, liar pants on fire if you say you don’t. I guess we are all in good company.
But then there comes momma. She’s disappointed in her chick-a-dee again and says “If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you jump too?” Smart-Alecky kid might say “Yes! I’ve always wanted to try bungee jumping!”
Trying not to be hypocritical here but this is one of those things I have mixed feelings about. Is judgment anything more than expressing one’s opinion? And shouldn’t we all express ourselves just like Madonna? And gosh no, I’d never want to be like Madge. Judge much? Why yes, yes I do. No offense to the trailblazer intended.
It’s a conundrum folks. I am in a pickle. Wasn’t idiom yesterday Jilly? Move on to your point. Do you even have a point?
I found myself irritated by a fellow blogger after reading his post on what he thought women should do to look good for their men. As a female of the fluffy variety, I was oh so tempted to comment. You see folks I had this burn of a comeback all tee’d up and ready to go. I was going to show him and put him in his place. Very cruelly and craftily. But and it’s a BIG BUTT, my comeback would have been me being a different brand of judgmental.
I didn’t agree with what he had to say yet I cannot disagree with his right to voice his sad, tired, lame ass opinions. The only thing within my power was to scroll on by and quit following the misogynist pig. There I said it! What a douche bag! Yep. That’s MY opinion and I am entitled to it.
Things that make you go hmmmm. So talk among yourselves. We can have a real Mike Myer’s coffee clutch in my comments section.
As always, more to come.
This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.