I was in a good mood when I got home. Then I read Dooce , and I got sad. Well, I laughed, first, and then I got sad. First I laughed because she linked to this . This link is for T., and no one (with the exception of T., perhaps) should watch this at work (nasty language and all). Then I read this . I read about four or eight pages before I started getting upset. It’s horrid that people think it’s okay to talk to someone else like this, even anonymously. Dooce has her good points and her bad – we all do.