I like a fair fight. Nothing below the belt. No name calling. And leave our mothers out of it. But, if I gotta fight, I’ll fight.

Nothing pushes my buttons more than having my opinion dismissed as irrelevant. Every person knows when they are being put down. It is a deliberate and cowardly move and there is nothing innocent about it. (NB: if you do this and claim you didn’t mean to start the argument and it is the other person’s fault for misunderstanding you – you’re lying to yourself). It’s the worst kind of dirty fighting. We all know what’s going on.

That’s the bit that gets me. My reactions aren’t a sideshow amusement for you intellectual giants. They are real. And if you’re that friggin condescending that you have to belittle me into backing down so you don’t lose – then you already have.