Sunday, April 30, 2017

How To Make An Interactive, Designed Tweet

I asked Moctezma Johnson, SMUTPUNK author, how to design an automated tweet. Or, at the very least, how to make a predesigned tweet, and he answered in an article/post on his website and gave me permission to share here with my readers. (Thanks, MJ!) 

So, read below if you are interested in such a thing. I know I was. (The below post was originally share on MJ's website. Click Moctezuma Johnson's SMUTPUNK Erotica to read original post.)


Learn how to make tweets work for you more!

Okay, Press Me to See what the fuck MJ is talking about, first.

Okay, so this mess ( can become a pretty, neat, pre-written tweet containing twitter handle and hashtags.
How, MJ, How? Well it’s simple if you know a little unicode. Now, I’m not going to explain the whole alphabet to you but you will notice a lot of %20s and %23s. Well, those are the basic pieces you need to code your own interactive designed tweet buttons.
  1. First, you start with this code:
  2. Next write your first word of the tweet flush against the “=” sign. (See my test tweet above)
  3. Then use “%20” for a a space.
  4. Now write a word and then %20 until you have the text of your tweet.
  5. Include an @twitter-handle (write your twitter handle here) so that you are notified each time somebody tweets
  6. I suggest you try to sneak this into the main sentence of your tweet, but that’s just so it looks neat
  7. Be sure to add a link to whatever it is that you want people tweeting about
  8. Add hashtags by inserting the code %23 before the tag you want.
    • Note: still use %20 to make sure you have a space or the hashtag won’t read and will be impotent.
  9. There are more codes but these are the basics to make an interactive tweet.
  10. When you’ve finished your code, insert it as the link url to any link. I usually use “Press This” but you can add it to any text.
    • Tag me in your first designed tweet so I can see my star pupil in action and start retweeting your success.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Autism and Me

As you probably know, Ashlee Shades is a pen name for my work. 

But behind the name is a very real person – a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and friend. I have goals and dreams. I have emotions and feel deeply. And one of those things I feel deeply about it the awareness of Autism and Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD). 

Why do I feel so much for this cause, you ask? Because my youngest son has been living with it since he was young, and diagnosed when he was almost 4.

 You see, if you grew up as I did then you probably have a vision you think of when you think Autism: a person who doesn’t speak and can’t do anything for themselves. But I have to let you know that Autism & ASD go so far beyond what you see. I didn’t know it until my child became one of those statistics. You know, that time when “It will never happen to me” actually does happen? Below, I will share with you my personal story and experience with this well heard of but still little known of “disorder”.

 I became a mom when I was 22 years old to a beautiful baby boy. As he grew, I celebrated all those milestones as he met them: first word, first step, first time sitting up without assistance. He met them all before the “average” age. He was so very smart and energetic. When he was just over 18 months old I found out I was expecting my second child. My youngest came into this world on a chilly late afternoon in mid October 2005.

 My youngest son was also meeting all those major milestones, but at a later age than my oldest did but well within what the physicians deemed as the average age range. He said “mama” for the first time on Mother’s Day 2006. Talk about exciting!

 I was a proud mom of two amazing little boys. (Now, I am a proud mom of two amazing young men). They were and are my life.

 One day, ‘S’ (my youngest) stopped making eye contact. He was around 2 years old at the time, and no matter how many times I said his name he just wouldn’t look me in the eyes. He would look in my general direction, so I knew he was hearing me, but the eye contact was gone. I overlooked this and brushed it off as par for the course for a two-year-old.

 Then ‘S’ stopped playing as he used to and instead, he began organizing his toys – usually the little box cars and mega Lego blocks. He would line them up according to size, shape, and color. And don’t you DARE touch it or you would ignite a tantrum like you’d never seen. Later, this organization trickled to his food. He stopped eating foods that had any seasoning other than salt, and even then it was the same thing: chicken with pasta. I had to vary the way the chicken was made, but it was always seasoned the same and the pasta could NEVER have anything other than a bit of butter with salt, or he would not touch it AT ALL. ‘S’ also refused to eat on any plate that was not his green section plate; and he would not use anything other than the matching bowl if he ever ate soup (rarity) and cereal (another rarity).

 ‘S’, around the age of three, stopped talking in full sentences. By this time, I knew something was going on. Not only did he stopped speaking in sentences, he also covered his ears with loud sounds, ran away from butterflies, and would not go outside if a lawnmower was in use anywhere within hearing.

 I knew it was time to seek advice from our family doctor who then referred me to a pediatric psychiatrist. After rounds of testing (If your toddler has never had an MRI, let me tell you it is one of the worst things to have to watch as they prep them), there was a diagnosis. Ready for it? Idiopathic Autism Regression. In layman’s terms: Autism without a known cause or explanation that occurs “out of nowhere”.

 I remember that day in July 2009, driving home with my mom in the front passenger seat and ‘S’ sleeping in his booster seat in the back. I was crying, feeling like I had failed my child. He lost his ability to communicate with me. How long had he been “trapped” within his own mind? How long had he been feeling lost because he couldn’t express his feelings to me like he used to and was therefore assumed to not have them? I was a terrible mother!

 But that day changed my life for the better. It forced me to open my eyes to a world farther reaching than the small little box I assumed it was – that it WAS for me, until July 13, 2009. That was the day that my mom’s words of “The world isn’t so black and white,” actually hit me. The world is a rainbow. The people in it make up the full picture. Without the variety of personalities then rainbow would not be the vision it truly is.

 So, with that diagnosis in mind I began my quest for knowledge. You have probably heard the statistics of 1 in 66 will be diagnosed and that boys are more likely to be diagnosed with an ASD than girls. You have probably also heard the controversy over whether science has or has not linked ASD with vaccinations. But what you do not hear of as often, what many forget to realize and understand is that my son isn’t science, he isn’t a statistic, he is a very bright, exceedingly intelligent, passionate, caring young man who loves animals, the world, and art.

A recent sketch by 'S' - age 11 years.

 ‘S’ may not have had the ability to make personal connections and develop friendships when he was younger as many kids do, which excluded him from many play dates, but he was advanced with math, reading, language arts – he was at 4th and 5th grade levels at the end of 1st grade. He may not have played kickball at recess in elementary school, but he wrote short stories and drew pictures that were displayed in galleries and in school shows. He may not have been able to communicate verbally,
but he managed to express all of his feelings through art, which speaks to so many on a deeper level than words ever could.

 ‘S’ hated taking a different route to school. I always had to take the same roads, leave at the same time, and park in the same general area every time I took him to school. ‘S’ did not see the sense in starting in the fresh foods section of the store and working our way to the checkout lanes from there because to him, the food would not stay as fresh according to him, so I changed my shopping routine (which does make more sense, right?).

 I could stay here for days, weeks, sharing stories with you about how ASD has affected us, how it has changed us, but I won’t.

 I will, however, share with you a few things: it is not a “life-sentence”. Not ALL people with an ASD will be the same any more than you or I without an ASD are. They will not express themselves in the same, but then again, neither do you or I. They do like patience. They do like acceptance. They do deserve them, just as you or I would like and want and deserve.

 The day my son received that diagnosis changed our lives, yes. But it was only for the better. Because that was the day that, while we had long road ahead of us with educating ourselves and growing as people, we had our eyes and hearts opened to the bigger picture this world is. And while I have been blessed with many beautiful people in our lives who have helped us in our journey and made it smoother, not everyone is as lucky. Not all cases of ASD are a “high functioning” as my son’s case is. Many parents have a harder struggle, not just in receiving a diagnosis – fighting for theirs -  but also in educating themselves with what it means and learning where to go.

And while science has done much in the way of finding out possible causes, there is NO CURE for this, yet. There are treatments, however.

But in my opinion, a “cure” is not what is needed most. What is needed most is more caring, compassionate, understanding, and patient people who are willing to understand and accept that this world is bigger than they are and not everyone fits in the “normal” or “average” box; and that what society deems as “the way” is NOT the ONLY WAY.

The world is a rainbow, people, and I am blessed to be the mother of two children who make up a portion of that beautiful gift from nature.

For more information on Autism/ASD and how you can help, please visit AUTISM SPEAKS.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Book Boyfriends?

It has come to my attention that many women would prefer a book boyfriend to a real one. Somewhere along the lines of 60% or so. Pretty amazing, huh?

Makes you wonder what they got that "real men" don't. What are real men lacking that book boyfriends have? Is it that real men aren't as possessive as a book boyfriend? Maybe. Maybe not. I mean, if a real life guy told us what to wear, to whom we can speak, what to eat, purchased a company we worked at, etc. as a certain book boyfriend does we would probably tell him to take a hike, right?

 I am not going to ponder more on this topic. I am going to share part of a post I found helpful to those of you who are looking for a new book boyfriend - looking to improve or expand your fish pool.

For those of you who are not familiar with this author known as the "King of Lit Porn" or "Smutpunk" let me warn you that this erotica author does NOT sugarcoat his opinion. This man tells you exactly what he thinks, regardless of whether or not you like it. You either love him or you hate him. Me? I have had a debate with him a while ago, but that was because we were both passionate about our feelings on a specific topic, and our opinions were at opposite ends of the subject. I consider him a good friend.

Who is this guy? He is Moctezuma Johnson! I am almost positive you have heard of him if you have spent any time at all on social media hangouts where authors spend their time.

But, enough about who he is. Let me share with you some of his recent "Weekly Sex Tips" about how to score a book boyfriend. The below paragraphs are taken from his post titled...

"How to Score a Book Boyfriend In the Flesh

Three Cockish Tips to Get the Man of Your Dreams to Appear in front of your Eyes"

It has come to my attention that 60% of the women out there would prefer a book boyfriend to a real one. That’s an interesting fact. I started thinking about why I have fucked so many women and something occurred to me. I usually try to have a deep conversation with a woman who I am meeting for the first time. I want to meet ‘on the level.’ Usually, though, I find she’s not up to the task and then change gears to just trying to take advantage of her, which she is often game for. It’s almost like fucking is easier than talking. However, on the rare occasions when the two meet, you have a sizzling chemistry. I think that’s really what most of the women out there are looking for, the meeting of brains and brawn in one package. Well, from what I spy looking around, achieving that is a two-way street and, while men are sometimes to blame for dropping the ball, there are things you women can do better too. Here are three easy steps to finding a man as great as your ideal book boyfriend in the flesh: read, share, and eliminate the noise.
You need to read. The things is, when I look around FB most people are just reading the same old tired genre fiction. Yes, I look down on that (and, yes, I know there are exceptions). You need to expand your horizons and actually read stuff of merit. I write erotica. I know it’s crap. I can vouch for that (check the book shop here to verify). I’m not saying every erotica book isn’t worth reading. Many books are great. However, to feed the soul and become the kind of woman that a great man wants, takes a little more than reading a series of one wank wonders (as enjoyable as each may be). Read some philosophy, read some scientific treatises, read some literature. One of the reasons I am such a slow reviewer is that I read one erotica for every ten to fifteen other books I read. I like science (if you don’t know where to start, try Watson & Crick’s Double Helix, science-fiction (try Foundation by Isaac Asimov), and literature (try Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino) the most, but there’s a wide range of topics to read.
Next, to score yourself an amazing book boyfriend in the flesh, you’ll need to share posts (particularly my posts for maximum browning points). Share other writers, share what you love. Share good stuff. And cut out this inspirational bullshit (see B.A. Ro’lyin for what NOT TO DO, lol. Sorry, babe!). Being cute won’t get you jackshit in this life filled with assholes, backstabbers, and republicans. You need to be a hustler making moves. You need to actively employ that genius. You need firepower on the tongue and chili powder in the soul. If you prepare your brain-soul-loin connect properly, you don’t need some bullshit meme to tell you how to live or encourage you to keep doing what you already know. Not if you’re a smutpunk. And I know you’re a smutpunk, or why the fuck else would you be on this blog reading this shit? Right!? So get to it, share smutpunk and romance and all the good shit you love and build your network.
Last, cut the noise. Facebook is a good example of how there’s so much noise out there that seems okay that you may not even notice it is bad for you. There’s fake news, contradicting half-baked memes, religious quotes, romantic posts, and other complete mumbo jumbo. You scroll quickly through and think it isn’t infecting your brain, but it is. It’s a fucking virus. Beware! My advice, if you want to make a deep connection with a person that is rewarding mentally and physically, is shut the noise down and concentrate.
I’m not sure this really constitutes a sex tip. Maybe I have this in the wrong category. In fact, I’m not sure this is a tip at all. Maybe it’s a life hack. Maybe it’s a note to self to focus. I guess the point is that a book boyfriend (or girlfriend, of course) isn’t going to come to an undeveloped person. You need to cultivate what you are. Let me help...

You can read more of Moctezuma Johnson's

*(You can find Moctezuma using the tags "Weekly Sex Tips", "Smutpunk", & "LPRTG" in social media searches.)*

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Beneath the Surface

Beneath the Surface
When you look at the picture to the left, what do you see?

Do you see the white froth of the waves as they crash into the sandy beach?

Do you see the beautiful color in the sky as the sun's light graces it?

Do you see the vivid blue-green color of the ocean, the waves rippling toward the land?

Do you see the light brown color of the sand on the beach lying in wait for the water to make contact?

You probably notice all of those things. Our eyes are pretty much trained to see things like that in a picture. From one corner to the next, from side to side, we see the various colors and shapes and details...

But we notice only what is on the surface.

We don't normally take into consideration the things beneath the surface.

We don't think of the sea life, the colors, the treasures that are living just beneath the top surface of the ocean - the things that are not shown in this picture.

We are the same with life outside a picture.

We see a person - adult or child - and make assumptions about them based on what we see.

Their clothes, their hygiene, who they surround themselves with - all those things influence our opinion. Many times our assumptions are wrong. Many times a person who is dressed in scrubby clothing, dirt on their face, and messed up hair has just finished working and is heading home to their hundreds of thousands of dollars in value house.

Sometimes that young woman who is eight months pregnant is not a promiscuous teen mom-to-be but rather, she is a victim of rape and is carrying the child to term because she wants to love that baby.

There are times the person who is acting grumpy has been up all night long with a sick child and is worried about that child.

Each of us is made up of many shades beneath our surface. We are more than the clothes we wear. We are worth more than a surface judgment. There are reasons for everything we do. And there are reasons for what others look like, act like, and the way they speak.

You do not have to understand their reasons in order to accept they have them just as there are reasons for your own behavior they do not have to understand in order to accept. We are human beings with feeling, emotions, and thoughts that vary in depth. What one person finds joy in another may feel apprehension - that is okay!

So before you make your next judgment about someone based on surface appearance, I challenge you to take a moment to think of what they are hiding "beneath the surface".

And now, I leave you with these beautiful pictures as a reminder to not miss out on something great by forgetting to look deeper...

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Why I Don't Want To Say Good-bye To 2016

Last year, when saying good-bye to 2015 and ringing in 2016, I was filled with hope and excitement for what the new year would bring. I was beginning the process of transitioning my books from my real name to a pen name. I was also working on a new series that I had such hopes for. I was learning how to create covers as well. 2016 was definitely looking to be a fabulous year for me.

And it was.


My maternal uncle informed us that his cancer had returned and was inoperable. It had reached the bones and was so far spread that there was nothing that could be done except to make him as comfortable as possible until the day came for us to say "See ya later..."

He first was diagnosed two years ago. It came as a shock to all of us, as a cancer diagnosis usually comes, but he fought it. He fought so bravely, so hard, and with such passion that when he was given the news that he was in remission we were ecstatic. We knew he could do it.

Then one day during a follow-up visit he received the news that it had returned. Doctors told him at the beginning of this year that these holidays would be his last. That if he saw the end of the year then it would be a miracle. Little did we know how true that statement would be... because he did not get the chance to even see Halloween.

My uncle passed away October 5, 2016. He passed away as one of the bravest and most courageous people I have ever known.

Just the month before that I had a paternal uncle pass away. His death was a shock, but not unexpected. His wife called us to let us know when he was in the hospital, and just days later he had passed.

He passed away in September 2016.

But the worst part of this year came, for me, in November. It was the most life-changing day of my entire life, thus far, and it still hurts to think about it.

It was the day my mom passed away.

My mom was one of the greatest women I have ever known. She was one of my best friends and was always there for anyone who needed someone. She was one of those women who, if she was depressed, still managed to smile so you didn't have to worry about her. If she needed food, but you needed gas for your car, she would give you the last of her money and go without. If she was tired, but you needed to talk to someone at 2:00 a.m., she would take your call and stay on the phone with you until you were ready to go. If she was sick and you called her, needing anything, she would do/give it.

She was the most selfless person you would have ever met.

She would be hurt by people over and over again, but would still be there for them if they ever called on her for help.

She would be in tears, in pain, but would still walk a mile to lend a helping hand.

She just wanted to be needed, to be useful, to be a friend to anyone and everyone. Because when she was younger she didn't have that.

As I write this I am in tears myself. When my mom passed I lost a part of myself. I felt empty and lost. I still feel that way. Often. And I am not sure when that feeling will go away, if ever. There is a void in my heart and an empty space in this world that she left behind that no one will ever be able to fill.

I wake up some mornings in a good mood, then I remember...

I remember the last time I got to see my mom and give her a hug.

I remember the last time I got to speak to my mom on the phone and tell her I loved her.

I remember her words of encouragement to me when my hubby and I and our kids moved hundreds of miles away.

I remember when she told me she was proud of the woman I had become - the wife, mother, friend, sister, daughter.

And then I feel that loss all over again.

My mom got sick with bronchitis right before Halloween. She wasn't able to fight it and soon was so sick that she couldn't get out of bed. My sisters and father called an ambulance and she was rushed to the hospital. They placed her in ICU in critical condition. She had severe sepsis, which had reached her brain, and kidney failure. Her oxygen was too low and she was delirious. They treated her immediately by placing her on a round of antibiotics. They seemed to be helping but then a blood clot was detected, so they placed her on another medication.

Her condition improved and she was taken out of ICU only to be placed back in the next day because they couldn't keep her blood pressure up.

After another round of treatments they finally thought they had it under control so they moved her to a regular room. They even told us she was doing so well that she may be able to go home in a couple of days. When I talked to her on the phone she was relieved and hopeful.

Then, that night, or early the next morning, she went into cardiac arrest. It took twenty minutes to resuscitate her. By that time, however, there was no sign of brain activity.

My sister called me at just after 5:00 a.m. the morning of November 11 to inform me that my mother was on life-support and that it didn't look good.

Three hours later my brother called me to tell me that my mom wasn't going to make it.

An hour later I had a flight booked and was heading to the airport. My plane took off from my city to Detroit, MI at just after noon my local time.

By the time I got to my sister's car and we were driving to the hospital she informed me, with tears in her eyes and streaming down her face, that my mom had passed.

How could that be true? How could my mom have passed away? She wasn't supposed to leave us. She was the ONE person who was ALWAYS there for us. How could she be gone? She was only 60! Her birthday was November 18th and we were planning a surprise for her. She couldn't be gone.

But no matter how many times I questioned it the result never changed. My mom was gone.

I walked into the hospital room to say 'good-bye', knowing (with what our belief is) that she was no longer there. And I stared.

I stared and I cried.

And my chest hurt.

My stomach cramped.

I couldn't breathe.

I began to cry to sob - and almost collapsed on the floor.

How were we supposed to live life without a mom?

Well, we had to learn.

We had to take one second at a time. Then one minute, one hour, one day, and one week at a time. We had to give ourselves (and still) moments to grieve and moments to remember with joy.

We realized that we had to live.

We had to remember everything our mom taught us and we needed to live our lives with those lessons.

And we needed to remember that life is so very short and unpredictable.

I have always taught my boys that each time we speak to someone, and every time we talk to them, we are possibly creating our last memories with them. So we need to make them good memories.

We need to be the friend to people that we would want to have. We need to be kind and generous and loving. We need to be the best version of ourselves that we can be.

And those are things I remember when I think of my mom. And I hope that I can be half the mom, wife, and friend - woman - that she was.

So while we have said 'good-bye' to "stars" this year, I have had to say 'good-bye' to a couple of my heroes.

And a part of me does not want to say good-bye to 2016 because this was the last year I was able to make memories with my heroes. From here on out I am only able to make memories of the memories.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

My Thank You...

When I began the journey of writing Samantha’s story with her “Teacher’ in Blind Sensations, I had no idea the twists and turns my life would take. From exciting highs to emotional lows, my life now is in such a completely different place than it was when I started the Submission series over a year ago.

Along the way, I have had an amazing group of people helping me, guiding me, praising me for any small success, supporting me when I was low and depressed, feeling like I should just quit, encouraging me to keep going. To not give up. I probably do not deserve the tremendous support they have all given me, but I am grateful for them. I would like to take a moment to express my feelings of appreciation and gratitude…

Thank you to my husband, whom without I would not have even published my first book. He pushes me to do my best when I don’t feel like even doing my worst. He believes in me, in what I am capable of, and always has more faith in me than I ever have in myself. He has lifted me up when I was down. He is not only my husband, he is my best friend and lover. I am his biggest fan. I love you, S.

Thank you to my amazing beta readers, Emily Foxx and Tori Dean. You two are incredible! I appreciate you taking the time to read through this last part of Samantha’s story, for guiding me through necessary changes and for giving me the courage I was needing to go forward with publishing it. If it weren’t for you two, this book would be sitting on my computer for months to come. I am honored to have you two as friends… love you.

Thank you to R.B. O’Brien and Shelby Kent-Stewart for… well, everything. You two have been a rock since the day we met. You are two women I proudly call friends, and I admire you both more than you’ll ever know. Your support, not just in my writing but for everything I have gone through during the year I took to write this novella, means more to me than I will ever be able to express. You two are like sisters to me, and I am blessed to have you both in my life. Love you gals.

And last, but absolutely not least, thank you to all of my friends, followers, and readers on social media (Facebook and Twitter). From laughing with me when I attempt humor, to your wonderful words of encouragement when I share part of my writing – from sharing my work and supporting me in any way, whether offering advice, reading and reviewing or just telling me that I can do it – you will never know or understand how much I truly do appreciate you all. Without you all there really would be no reason for me to write. Not only do I write because my heart tells me I need to, I write for you.

Friday, December 16, 2016

I Am Ignorant... Or Am I?

The world is filled with people who talk before thinking or act without thought of consequence.

There are people who honestly, truly believe they are better than others. They accept all praise as if it were their due, commanding it with their actions. They boast of how intelligent they are. They take every chance they get to inform the rest of us lowly people how much better than us they are. They condemn the "dummies" for their lack of perceived intelligence and find humor and joy in cutting others down; belittling people, making them feel they are not worth much.

I have been told time and again, not always in words, but in actions and behavior of others, that I am stupid... or dumb.

My writing (YES, I am a writer, regardless of the genre in which I write. My friend, R.B. O'Brien wrote a great blog post about the topic of writing, what makes a writer, and the stereotypes erotica authors deal with. You can read it HERE) doesn't always contain large words. I may use the word foe instead of antagonist when describing a character. I say friendly in place of amicable. I say someone is persistent rather than saying they are assiduous. I think you get the picture. Or should I say: I believe you have a precise understanding of the point I am attempting to impress upon you?
I do not always read novels.

I never completed college (I attended real estate school and became a licensed realtor at the age of twenty). So I do not have a Ph. D.

I haven't traveled the world. I have only been to a few countries.

Does all that make me ignorant?

My I.Q. was tested when I was younger and I was labeled a "genius". I graduated high school early. I was in the Honors Society and was a student ambassador when I was a sophomore in high school. I made the Spelling Bee finals in elementary. I have a love of learning and seek to educate myself in something new every day.

Do those things make me intelligent?

Let's go based on a brief definition:
Intelligent: having or showing intelligence, especially of a high level.

Well then, there you go! According to that, I am intelligent.

But hold on. Let's look at the other word:
Ignorant: lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated.

Then it adds this for the word ignorant: lacking knowledge, information, or awareness about something in particular.

So, according to part of that "definition", I am ignorant, in a way.

And in all honesty, we are all a little bit ignorant because we all lack knowledge of something.


So, am I ignorant? Yes.

But I am also intelligent.

And guess what? You are both, too!

So you can come off whatever high horse, or pedestal you may have put yourself on if you go around calling people ignorant, or stupid while showcasing an air of superiority... because you ain't all that.

And STOP putting yourself down, thinking too little of yourself, not giving yourself enough credit for what you do know... because you may just be a lot smarter than you knew.

Using large words doesn't make you any more intelligent than another person just because it shows you may possibly have the use of a thesaurus... and using simple, easy-to-understand phrases doesn't make you ignorant.

It all boils down to knowledge. And in that case, we are all intelligent in many areas just as we are ignorant in others.

Be careful who you label, and when. You may just show your intelligence... or ignorance.