Adapted from another blog of mine, The Good City.
A commenter wrote me a private email, saying that if I don’t allow comments from anonymous complainers, that I’m a big sissy chicken girl. (I may be paraphrasing.)
That reminds me that I’ve been considering publishing an actual policy on comments here instead of keeping it only inside my head. So here we go:
This blog is like my front porch. You are invited to walk up and say all manner of outrageous things, after we shake hands and have a proper introduction.
In the blog world, that means comments are moderated. But if you talk like a reasonable human being, I’ll most likely allow it. Please use your real name, the name you’d use if we shook hands at a downtown bar.
If you want to have a conversation, even if you deeply disagree with me, then please pull up a chair and tell me what’s on your mind. But if you want to drive by while blowing your horn and mooning me out your window, please understand if I’m not as receptive of your argument. And don’t be shocked if I sic my dog on you.
I reserve the right to modify this policy at any annoying time I want.
And I also reserve the right to delete comments that I don’t like for any other reason that I haven’t thought of before. Why? Because it’s my blog. If you don’t like it, get your own. They’re free, you know.
I’ll also delete links to Web sites that I consider NSFW, or mark them as such when possible.