Tonight I get an email from WordPress telling me I have a comment to moderate. It’s from my best friend. This woman and I have known each other since mid-high school. She and I were a warped version of Daria and Jane, if Daria were super ambitious about the things she’s into and Jane were Daria. We don’t see each other very often, but, then again, our friendship has never been based on the quantity of time we spend together. (In fact, we once learned that we’re probably better off not spending all of our time together seeing how we start to get on each other’s nerves after a while.) But we are often commenting on each other’s FB pages and blogs and texting and calling and chatting when we can.
But back to tonight: I am about to approve a comment on my previous post (I hate election season (or why I should have voted for Jill Stein)) from my best friend — it’s there, go find it — I click on the “Approve” link in my email and it takes me to the comment moderation page, which reads: “Caution: You are about to approve this comment”, then it gives the comment again and asks: “Are you sure you want to do this?” As if doing so would be the equivalent of going into the dark and spooky abandoned house from which the eerie and ominous whistling is emanating.
Well played, WordPress, well played. You’ve tickled me better than a three year old who hasn’t learned the difference between it and scratching. Well played.