Stand up, be counted
It's taken me three days to compose this.
To snap out of this spell of
fatigue caused by people who like to call themselves educationists but .... oh, look at all this evidence!
I've just been
reading and
re-reading all the different blog-posts about
this nasty business of
I I P M and their
silly legal notices and
the tasteless comments on Rashmi's blog and the
overwhelming reactions - some
funny and some
serious - from all around me.
And what I'm really bothered by is Mr AC's
pony-tail. I admittedly know nothing about his institute - never having been interested in the least - but I have problems with his having a pony-tail because I've
always stood up for long(ish) hair.
Correction - men with long hair.
I have a thing for long hair because men who sport pony-tails symbolize something... don't ask what. Just something that none of the boys had in my backofbeyondschool-days. Or it could also have something to do with the fact that all the pony-tail-sporting men I know are cool, honest, talented, charming and down-to-earth. So, in all my naivete, I really believed that a guy who nurses a pony-tail can't be a twit. He could be smart. He could be smart-evil. But he can't be petty. He can't be sub-ordinary.
Or so I thought.
Now, I'll have to change a whole chunk of my philosophy towards hair and do a rethink about my systemofonthespotevaluationofmeniknownothingabout.
Siiiigh!
Anyway,
Gaurav Sabnis, I have never met you, and I don't know if you have a pony-tail, but
hats off and wish you all the best etc.
Rashmi, ditto.