The joy of being me

So, we're having a fun thread on the HTML WG.  I'm explaining what Microsoft must do, given the half-billion or so users that rely on us to not break their web experience.  A certain contingent disagrees with me (okay) and seems to want to beat it out of me (not okay). 

I'm reading through email.  My wife leans over my shoulder at a random one - sent privately to me, even, and honestly, it didn't even wiggle my annoyance meter.  (We have a new out-of-office system on the server, I'd accidentally mis-configured it and it was sending external messages.  This person was letting me know, in a moderately polite way.)

My wife says, "wow, people are really rude.  You don't need that.  Why are you still doing this?"

 Hmm.