Are you people f–ing kidding me?! New design? I cannot handle this sort of thing. Look. You are young, you are technologically savvy, and you are patient. I am old. I have a small person sucking the life out of me every moment of every day, even the good ones. I have no patience left–I have a high intensity kid and a high intensity parenting philosophy. And no childcare. I am less of a little tiny nub of a person with every gentle-parenting conflict and attachment-parented development. I have nothing left. Please, please don’t go and change the interface or the design or the dashboard or the whatever the fcuk you geeks call the gui these days, because I just can’t handle upheaval in my life right now. I can’t even freaking approve comments because I can’t freaking find them.
Be advised. You’re on warning. If I had to energy to write a strongly worded letter, I would. If I had the education to complain intelligently, or base my claims in something other than neophobia, I would. So just you know, you, you wordpress people, that I am very unhappy, an very put out, and am very likely to do anything about it.