Not all that many people came, but then again, Montgomery County isn't all that well known as a hotbed of really active and involved members of the Sierra Club, which mostly concerns itself with issues about preserving the unadulterated wildernesses. In Montgomery, we don't have a lot of unadulterated wildernesses; we have a lot of 3rd-growth woodlands in the parks, though these are well-preserved and we have a lot of re-infiltration and re-establishment of woodland creatures. I suppose we could consider it good that the wildlife is re-establishing itself in a re-established urban semi-natural domain, which we all like to protect.
The Action Committee for Transit brought out a lot of the Urban Planning Blogspace people, and this interacts with the Sierra Club of Montgomery in a sort of strange-bedfellows way. But this is almost to be expected as the "Smart Growth" contingent of ACT meshes well with Sierra Club: both tend to want to concentrate people where people ought to be concentrated, and to preserve nature where it can be preserved, even if it is only a very simplified and approximated restoration of the nature originally to be found here where we now live.
I think all of the candidates expressed themselves well. However, in a move I thought was not well-done, the Republican and the Green candidate were shuffled off to their own severely under-attended session in another space. This was protested, and rightly so, though in deference to the organizers I did not rise to join the protest. Indeed, regardless of Party, we are all up for election and we all ought to be put in the same space to answer the same questions to the same audience. A very important point, but I digress.
I can't give you point-by-point, I will leave that to other reporters, as after all I am a trifle prejudiced, being a candidate.
But I will give you some idea of the follow-on.
After the show, there was much milling around and people talking to each other, all as it should be.
However, there was one interaction which I have to discuss.
This is something that personally really bothers me, to the point of "I just can't stand it".
SPACE INVADER
I have a very deep sense of interpersonal spacing.
Most people seem to inherently understand Proxemics, the study of interpersonal spacing. After all, it's culturally defined, by definition.
This one old fellow got up all in my space. Look, call me what you will, but if I can reach out and touch your eyeball with my shoulder, you are standing too damned close.
I don't let my mother, my father, or my sisters stand that close.
If I had a lover, I might let her stand that close, side-by-side, arm-in-arm.
But if you are a man, don't come up to me in a public place in a political appearance and stand closer to me than I would let my own child stand in public. Especially if I don't know you and haven't ever seen you before. If you're a woman I've never seen before and don't know, don't stand that close. That is clear lack of comprehension of boundaries. In Proxemic terms, for Americans of "old-school" culture, this is a lack of comprehension of boundaries bordering on either psychosis or intentional violation of space in an attempt to harass.
I am perfectly happy to shake hands. I am perfectly happy to sit and drink coffee. I could even maybe dine across a totally standard table, and if I know you well enough -- if you are family or that close to familiar, if you are a dear friend -- we could eat off of the same plate.
But if I don't know you, I don't care how co-conspiratorial you are in terms of political solidarity. Men can whisper to each other, in the Roman way, if they know each other well enough. But if I don't know you...
Social space, outside of a crowd in a party, is the distance between me and you shaking hands, or the distance of my outstretched arm. Don't follow me across a parking lot at a distance closer than I would use to carry my aged mother to an ambulance. Don't try to herd me like a dog herds sheep, by pressing and invading my personal space. Especially don't impute that I can only carry Flower Valley if I let you get closer to me than I'd let someone stand if I was trying to get cruised in a gay bar, old man. I'm not your "chicken", "chicken hawk".
And never again stand so close to me and then whip out your car keys like I'd whip out a Buck knife. Under Maryland law, you have been warned. "Don't do that. Ever." Come no closer to me than a handshake, nor stand closer than that distance.
Have some sense of boundaries. I'm approachable, but I am not your bitch.
Boundaries, bud. Boundaries. Stay on your side of the line.
And if I have to let you run roughshod over my boundaries to carry Flower Valley, all I can say is, "what kind of respect do I owe to whoever does carry Flower Valley".
Goddamned CREEP.
