It never does. I spent way too much time on "batting practice" on a colleague's facebook page yesterday. I shouldn't get so involved in governor's races where I am not, but there is a family connection to Wisconsin, memories and whatnot, and it doesn't take much to activate "giving a fuck when it's not my turn" anyway, especially when one's hundred-year-old thoughts on poverty are summed up with "Well, if you're not *lazy*. I obviously had to show them how not lazy I am, and also how sad I was not to be hanging out with their mothers who were probably more fun and accepting overall.(Some remarks just don't deserve more attention than that...they really don't. Which is not what I expected social media, let alone meeting one of my heroes, to teach me, but it did. I don't get as angry when I do that, anymore. "Your mama" keeps my heart out of it.) It was a worthy effort. At the same time, I'm glad it's not the last thing I ever did. Right?