So I really thought I was safe in leaving my journal posted overnight without any ass-covering disclaimers, right? I mean, what harm could be done in twelve hours? I even decided not to put the extra info/cast/disclaimer on the index page because I figured people could handle clicking once to be forewarned, right?

Well, silly me. I wake up six hours later to find that all hell is threatening to break loose on the SWNYC JC board - people insulted by the journal versus people philosophically opposed to the journal versus people (who realize there is/may be shit about them) wishing me the right to post whatever I please. Then there are the parties involved in the Underlying Issue™, which had remained unusually absent from the JC until a misconsidered, brief sniping contest broke out.

Which at least gets the Underlying Issue™ out in the open for anyone who's spent the past eight days under a rock, parked in a theatre, or otherwise indisposed.

I had my 'fuck off' phase, followed quickly by apologism, then ambivalence, and now a curious combination of enragement, amusment, and detachment. This situation has found legs of its own; I'm just along for the ride.

And that's why the powers that be (citing the journal's 'diviseness' in a community already faintly fractured) have decided Saturday is the day the decisions will be made on what I can and can't post. If nothing else, it should be an interesting lesson on subculture politics and group dynamics - a study on what can happen when all matters private are publicized.