I watch you every morning. You have, over the last several years, become my routine. It’s safe to say I love you.
It’s because I love you that I’m so disappointed when I see things like this, which you posted today on Facebook:
The last time I visited, there were almost 500 comments, most of them blasting the woman. Not for potentially causing danger to her child’s health by having her in or near a tanning booth, but for looking the way she does.
Which you must have known would happen when you shared a picture of her 1. tan face, 2. younger self in a bikini.
The reason I love you is that, in the mornings, I look for the absence of snark, the absence of any screamy voices, the absence of nastiness…everything that’s become so pervasive in our reality TV, political whine-fest, my-internet-mask-makes-me-invincible-so-I’m-going-to-be-unabashedly-mean climate.
But posting pictures like this, which invites people to deliver their worst, likens you to one of the other stations I avoid at all costs when I want to remember there is good and peace in the world.
I beg of you – don’t do this. Don’t sink to that level. At least, not anymore.