I caught a lot of hell on my page yesterday, and was forced to delete a fan for the first time for doing something other than spamming my page.
I encourage open discussions of controversial subjects all the time, with one rule.
That's all I ask, but apparently some people are just incapable of it.
Someone crossed the line last night and started slinging insults. Unable to accept the fact that people can indeed have their own opinions, he insulted me.
The part of all this that doesn't seem to make sense to me right now is that there wasn't really anything controversial about what I said. I gave facts. No more, no less.
I struggle with the celebration of Dr. Seuss day because of the fact that he was an adulterer and didn't like kids. His first wife, unable to ever have children of her own and suffering from cancer, killed herself shortly after discovering that her husband was having an affair with a woman 18 years younger.
For the naysayers, check out this article where his mistress/second wife was quite candid about their relationship.
Most people don't know these details about him, primarily because we live in a society that by and large chooses to celebrate accomplishments of people while looking the other way about their flaws and questionable decisions.
So long as they do enough good, we'll overlook the bad.
People say that his personal life was no one's business, but I tend to disagree, mostly because I met his second wife, Audrey.
Led to believe that she'd been his only wife, and pushed by a upper crust society in the area to applaud them for all the good they have done, no one seemed to acknowledge the very real dark side to their past.
She left her husband to be with him. She sent her children away to school because he didn't like kids. They married less than a year after his first wife's suicide.
None of this has anything to do with his books, certainly.
It does reflect, however, on who he was as a person.
I choose not to embrace the entirety of his legacy.
I celebrate his work, certainly. Celebrate the books he wrote, most of which I own, and that have encouraged my own children to read. Celebrate the stories we've come to know and love.
He's just one of many writers, artists, athletes, politicians who've made an impact on the world while not necessarily being the most honorable people in their personal lives. It's a subject that I've written about before, and I'll not go rehashing it all again.
They are all flawed, as are we all. Simply mentioning the flaws does not make me immature, does not mean I am slinging bullshit, does not mean I am trying to discredit his accomplishments, or any of the other things I was accused of yesterday.
I just don't happen to celebrate the historically distorted, only glowingly positive version of people. I don't elevate people to a different level because of what they have accomplished.
This is my opinion, and much to the dismay of some people, I'm allowed to have it.
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