So, you’ve all obviously seen the posts I’ve written about this whole Ravelry issue, you know my stance. But, have you seen the madness that Ravelry’s decision has caused? Have you seen the nearly 1000 posts on my facebook about it? People were fit to be tied. And they were angry, angry on both sides. Oh, and I watched the fights play out, I watched people site one source over another about why the situation was made by Ravelry to ultimately piss people off….and I only really jumped in when I thought that someone had crossed the line. (That line is non-negotiable: you do not attack my supporters, my readers, nor do you ever EVER take the argument to a personal level, where you’ve searched their profile and found that they were “Fill in nasty blanked word here.”
But, I felt the conversation was interesting. Sooooo many people jumped in, soooo many people wanted to say something, anything about how heartbroken they were, or how elated they were with Ravelry’s decision. And that my friends is exactly what Ravelry didn’t want. A discussion. That was apparent to me from their opening statement.
Many of you that have followed this blog for a long time (10 years now!) know that my principle desire has been to always search for the optimism. And even in the darkest part of this, people refuse to find the pessimism in it. And I think that is amazing.
Open dialogue does not begin with a statement. It begins with the one most important question you want to ask of your alleged enemy. If Ravelry had asked the question, rather than made a bold statement, we may not be here right now… involved in further discussion. We, outside of their constant watchful eye, are talking to each other. And that is not at all what they wanted. I stand by my claim they purposefully did this to keep us at each other’s swords and shields.
I was going to watch “Best of Enemies” today because I haven’t seen it. Phillip is at work, and probably wouldn’t want to watch it because superheroes aren’t blowing things up. (Ladies? Am I right? The man turns into a boy when you put a bowl of popcorn in his lap, the remote in his hand, and he giggles with glee at seeing things blown to smithereens. I love him for it. Keeps him off the streets).
But, I wanted to see “Best of Enemies” today because the Ravelry debacle calls to mind the theme of this movie. How do enemies (alleged) become friends? And if those two can figure it out, why haven’t we?
Its quite possible we’re told to be enemies…but are never really given the REAL reason why.
So I’ll ask the it, would love to hear what you have to say.
“What is the first question you would ask of your (alleged) enemy?”
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