Well it happened.
I had to take down a post.
And I've been thinking for the past 11 days what to say about doing so. I haven't come up with anything deep or profound, but I do have a rough explanation.
For those that don't remember, I had a post about Mini-Me's experience at school, in the form of a fake letter to her teacher. I write a lot of fake letters; I always have. It's my way of dealing with things beyond my control. I think it started in 7th grade, writing letters to boys that I would never send. Yes, it was embarrassing to read these later, but it would be even more embarrassing to actually send them.
Since I'm a grown-up now and have this blog, sometimes I funnel my fake letters on here so you all can read them and laugh and/or commiserate. I am the center of my own universe and think that I am exponentially funny and clever and therefor, you all must too. (It's a nice little universe I live in.)
When I wrote the fake-letter to MM's teacher, I was annoyed. Oh, I meant every word, don't get me wrong, but I would never actually talk to someone like this. It was a fake letter I wrote to deal with my feelings and entertain all of you (and to some degree, get a little bit of support). And then, my blog and small town seemed to combine.
I heard from someone that my blog had made it to the school. Not that I couldn't have known that anyway...my hit counter was going crazy from an email with my blog linked to it. It wasn't hard to see where it originated.
I felt bad. I mean, come on, I'm not made of stone. I'm human. But I stood by every word. When I was telling my friend Jenny about it (who is a teacher and who is married to a teacher), she gave me one of the greatest pep-talks in the history of pep-talks, ending with, "there are BILLIONS of things on the internet. They don't have to look at your blog. They can look at something else."
She was exactly right, but it was hard to really accept that when I was getting hang-up calls from the school. (I'm still not sure how to process that, but I'm not going to waste too much time on it.)
In the meantime, the hits kept coming from that email. It went small-town viral. It went alumni-of-this-chick-I-know viral. It went cheesehead-university viral.
That's when I knew I had to do something.
The name of the post was "Mountains out of Molehills," about how something small was being blown out of proportion. And the same thing was happening with my blog post. Which wasn't the point of me doing it. I wasn't about to have Joan of Arc throw herself on my blog post in the height of martyrdom. That definitely wasn't the point. Irony is real, folks.
So I took it down. I felt it was my duty to contain the virus.
But I also felt like I owed you all, and myself, a concrete explanation. I'm a big fan of the First Amendment and anti-censorship and all of that. It's most certainly within my rights to write and post what I did.
I still stand behind my fake-letter, as it was just that: fake. I don't actually send things like that to my kids' teachers. But that doesn't mean I don't think it. And I'm not going to apologize for that.
But maybe now the school hang-ups will stop.