Horse-people and Facebook
May. 18th, 2010 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishSome people apparently like horses- these include my maternal grandmother and my aunt on that side, as well as her family. I am of the opinion that there is a fair divide between horse people and myself, and this article, Things Horse People Take for Granted, seems to confirm that.
My own opinion falls in with that of Gen in Megan Whalen Turner'sThe Thief:
I hate horses. I know people who think that they are noble, graceful animals, but regardless of what a horse looks like from a distance, never forget that it is as likely to step on your foot as look at you.
I date my horse hatred to my grandmother perching me atop a restless "blue" behemoth at the tender age of 10 and expecting me to enjoy myself. I did not. I did not fall, and I was not stepped on, but nevertheless I was straddling an animal of uncertain temperament with no direct supervision and I was. not. happy.
This was compounded by my mother, on my grandmother's advice, deciding that I had the makings of "a real horsewoman" and sending me to a riding camp. More there was about mucking out stables and interacting with giant animals at close quarters for several hours than any riding. And I was never very happy about the riding, but asking me to approach the ass-end of a large herbivore and grabbing its foot between my own knees to then stab at it with a small scraping tool, just after telling me to watch out so I don't get kicked? That's not something you should tell to someone as anxious and stress-prone as me. That's just a bad fucking idea, as far as these things go, and I would not thank you now as I did not thank my mother then.
So, while I have nothing against the animals themselves so far as they are sufficiently distant from me, I am not, and shall never be, a horse person.
Real life news! In light of all the recent crap about Facebook being assholes about privacy protection, I have opted to take the following precautions:
1) set every damned thing in my profile, pictures, and posting to Friends Only, as well as limiting the things that my Friends can share after I post them.
2) removed all of my interests and hobbies and whatnot
3)removed almost all of my contact information and my address
4) changed my name, making me easy to identify once I know you and can tell you my Facebook abbreviated name, and very difficult to find based on random cruising.
I'm hoping that will be all I have to do about that, but I am keeping an eye out for other notices of Facebook being haphazard with their information.
My own opinion falls in with that of Gen in Megan Whalen Turner'sThe Thief:
I hate horses. I know people who think that they are noble, graceful animals, but regardless of what a horse looks like from a distance, never forget that it is as likely to step on your foot as look at you.
I date my horse hatred to my grandmother perching me atop a restless "blue" behemoth at the tender age of 10 and expecting me to enjoy myself. I did not. I did not fall, and I was not stepped on, but nevertheless I was straddling an animal of uncertain temperament with no direct supervision and I was. not. happy.
This was compounded by my mother, on my grandmother's advice, deciding that I had the makings of "a real horsewoman" and sending me to a riding camp. More there was about mucking out stables and interacting with giant animals at close quarters for several hours than any riding. And I was never very happy about the riding, but asking me to approach the ass-end of a large herbivore and grabbing its foot between my own knees to then stab at it with a small scraping tool, just after telling me to watch out so I don't get kicked? That's not something you should tell to someone as anxious and stress-prone as me. That's just a bad fucking idea, as far as these things go, and I would not thank you now as I did not thank my mother then.
So, while I have nothing against the animals themselves so far as they are sufficiently distant from me, I am not, and shall never be, a horse person.
Real life news! In light of all the recent crap about Facebook being assholes about privacy protection, I have opted to take the following precautions:
1) set every damned thing in my profile, pictures, and posting to Friends Only, as well as limiting the things that my Friends can share after I post them.
2) removed all of my interests and hobbies and whatnot
3)removed almost all of my contact information and my address
4) changed my name, making me easy to identify once I know you and can tell you my Facebook abbreviated name, and very difficult to find based on random cruising.
I'm hoping that will be all I have to do about that, but I am keeping an eye out for other notices of Facebook being haphazard with their information.
