PSA, brought to you by nothing in particular.

[moominmolly]

I have buttons! I do not like having them pressed. Things that will help you not press my buttons:

* Knowledge and intelligence are different things. Don't assume they're the same. It makes you look like an asshole.
* I'm smart. You probably think you know this about me, but most of you are wrong.
* If we're having a conversation, feel free to assume I know what you're talking about. If I don't, I'll ask, and then you can excitedly explain it to me. It'll be fun! I promise.
* I seriously, seriously will want to punch you in the face if you come off as condescending. Seriously.
* If you want to offer me basic advice about something, ask first, THEN offer. I might want it! I probably don't, though.

People, I love you. You are fantastic. Please, keep having ideas and thought processes and fascinations and hobbies that are different from my own, so I can keep hearing about them all and learning from you. Just, for the love of all that's good in the world, give me a bit of credit sometimes. Christ almighty, it's like I'm NINE.

Comments

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

Who the eff would ever talk to you like that? You're Molly. Anyone that doesn't understand intuitively that Molly is a machine that had a billion more experiences than you have and thus needs a lecture on nothing is seriously dim. Then again, I grokked this about you very quickly -- maybe others just don't perceive.

I can't offer any beat-down services for the suckah m.c.'s that incurred your ire. I can only suggest you make them punk asses watch some old educational film strips until they surrender. It's an idea...

By the way, I totally need to hijack you for lunch and poke your brain about France. The money for my trip looks like it may be arriving soon and I'd like to talk to you about some ideas I had.

[moominmolly.livejournal.com]

Oh, France! Can you make it to the BU campus for lunch?