I can't help it, but whenever I sit down at the computer to write something, something completely different comes out from the original intention or topic. Today, for example, I planned a short post about the Halloween holiday and its origin. I found out that many of us don't even realise that it isn't an "American" version of our All Souls' Day, but a completely different holiday with a different tradition and meaning, celebrated on the night before All Souls' Day. Many people totally hate this holiday (from the English word hate) and that is precisely why I decided that everyone can google Halloween for themselves, so I'll rather write something about the hate.
First of all: Hate is not an opinion. It is a personality trait, a deviation, or even a diagnosis, I'd add in some cases. When I say that I don't like "rhinestone earrings, the colour pink or injected lips", but I couldn't care less whether you wear them or not, that is an opinion. But if I declare that that woman (for example you) has absolutely no taste because she has such earrings, or is simple and down-to-earth when she wears pink, or a gold digger when she has filler in her lips, that is plain hate. So let's not confuse it with honesty, or even opinion. An opinion is an expression of whether I like something or not. Nothing more. Hate isn't only personal. It can be aimed at an event, an idea, a value, simply anything. I have been meeting hate basically since forever, since I "hung around" the media as a fashion stylist. If I happened to appear in the fashion police on some website with a good rating, I read comments under the article like "who is that Dobiš Michalková? She looks totally off. She's fat, ew. She's skinny.. Whose bed did she crawl into? Is she someone's new girlfriend, or who?" my eyes honestly nearly fell out at what people could write about one photo, and that was when nobody really knew me. But then you can get used to anything, even this, and basically one expects it when working in the media. I took it as a tax for working in this "business".
All the more surprised I was when I became a mother, stayed on maternity leave and started blogging. I found out that people are just people and it doesn't matter what field you work in, or whether you do at all. Hate keeps following me. In this area people constantly debate who is a good/bad mother, who has what kind of children, what those children eat.. Who can afford to blog, which blogger has good/bad photos, whether they have little/a lot of paid advertising, whether and how they label it, whether they buy/don't buy followers, publish often and to the point, etc.
On the other side of every hate is a hater and their own unhappiness. Always. No judgement, prejudice or hate says anything about the person it was aimed at. Everyone has the right to their own path, their own mistakes, their own life by their own rules. Hate says something about the person who spreads it. It is about frustration, unhappiness, incompetence or impossibility. I don't want to be lenient towards haters or pity them here, I just wanted to spread the message of "LIVE AND LET LIVE!" Let's not consider our opinions to be objective truth and let's respect everyone without distinction. Hard, isn't it?!
If you like the article and you also have kind-hearted "haters" around you who want to change humankind for the better with their blabbering, feel free to share it, maybe they'll recognise themselves in it. 
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photo: Tomáš Loft, outfit: Cardigan and gold skirt: Mohito, Tiger-print T-shirt: H&M, Black matte tights: Bellinda, Leather ankle boots: CCC Shoes&Bags, Oversized sunglasses: Celine
