Me Too.

Forget to cite me? Fuck you; we’re done. My discoveries are limited and precious, and when they are passed off as someone else’s find–no matter the intention or the enthusiasm–it really stings. I wish I wasn’t so petty, and that I craved no social currency other than my sparkling self. I’m working on it. For now I merely wish that people would remember to say where that cool link, or book, or doohickey that was dropped down the back of their drawers came from.

Man, I love Leelo’s potty-mouthed Mom. I really, really do.

And yes, that IS an old post of hers, but I’ve had it sitting on my RSS reader as “starred” for a while and finally decided to POST my petty agreement. Attribution is a very healthy thing.