It’s impossible to live a charmed life, or even a good one, when we’re pretending to be someone we aren’t. It’s hard not to put on camouflage and try to fit in everywhere, and yet the freedom of standing for what one stands for is lovely indeed.

You may have read yesterday’s comments. A gentleman named David soundly disagreed with me on my support of Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine. He called them a “front group for PETA.” Well, I happen to support PETA as well, so that’s not such an awful indictment to me, although I’ve been around PCRM since its inception and I know that it has no official connection to PETA, which doesn’t really need a “front group” after all. I mean, everybody knows about PETA, whether they love it or hate it (and there don’t seem to be a lot of people in between).

So although I’m sure that David and I would find ourselves on the opposite side around a whole host of topics, I’m thrilled that he’s passionate. He cares enough to take a stand and write to me and tell me he thinks I’m all wet. Hurray! We should all care so much.

(Technological update: I still can’t do links, italics, etc. This is kind of like when the electricity goes out and you have to get all creative with candles and flashlights. That happened once when Erik, my now 21-year-old, rock-star-in-the-making stepson was eleven. He was bored in the TV-less dark and his dad asked, “What would Abraham Lincoln have done?” Erik thought a minute and said, “He would have freed the slaves, but I can’t do that ’cause he already did.”)