Float:left I've just finished to update the style sheet of this blog. I'm experiencing a strange problem with Firefox 3 on Mac. In short, Firefox Mac doesn't show the vertical scrollbar while Firefox Windows does, as you can see in the following images, where the first is Firefox Windows and the latter Firefox Mac. Float:right Sexism is not only related to the false assumption of the so-called inferiority of women, but also to the exploitation of their bodies for commercial purposes. A good example of this is represented in the picture on the left. The picture depicts a beatiful woman with a scanty one piece swimsuit working with her laptop. There's nothing odd or unusual in this picture, except for the fact that is currently used for the advertising campaign of a prominent hosting provider. Since the overwhelming majority of IT technologies users are men, the underlyining message of this picture is pretty easy to understand: you own the service, you own the woman. This trivial relation between a woman and a service is overused in many other contexts, especially those where the target user is often a man. This message is subtle, and we should be aware of the fact that many companies actually take advantage of this aspect in order to increase their market share. Float:left Float:right I'd like to say that I am not a CSS guru nor a CSS expert. I'm only a sensitive person who hates but still uses the web (aaw, such contradictions are stunning!). I hate it because it's completely alienating. I can stand it only a few minutes in the morning, when I check my mail and delete piles of spam messages. I love only the real world, namely what I can see with my real eyes, touch with my real hands and feel with my real heart. Yes, I use it, but only as a means for improving my job skills. Sometimes my sensitiveness really hurts me, so I have to read or do some technical stuff in order to smother it (maybe I'm too sensitive, but you get the idea). I'm sorry, but this is exactly the way I am. The truth is that I can't lie (wow, now we have piles of logical contradictions and romantic half-baked ideas!). By the way, I'm a Cancer and I believe in my profile. And yes, I am proud! Float:left Float:right Float:left I've noticed that people generally tend to take advantage of sensitive persons in a way that I can stand (they treat us as bitches, objects and the like). Anyway, I don't think people are cruel or something. Sensitive persons love people but they love them too much, I guess. This is not a matter of self-assurance or being too shy. Sensitiveness has nothing to do with such feelings. Neither is a matter of mere intelligence. For example, I'm a person of average intelligence with no scientific background (yes, I'm bad at programming, maths and so on ^.^). I have good memory, though. I can remember facts, quotations, whatever. People think that this is genius, you know, but I only collect things. No, I think that people's behavior is somewhat related to the way we live now. Float:right Float:left Float:right It's a matter of economics, I guess. We are all affected by economics. Our time, our choices, our hopes have all a price. Everything. It's freaky. This thing scares me so much that I can't watch TV or read a newspaper without feeling a kind of anguish, you know, something that really hurts me. So I came up with the idea that sensitiveness is basically anti-economical. A sensitive person has basically three alternatives. Float:left I'm happy especially when I know that another person is happy, OK, and everything's alright. I'm not anxious, though. In case you're wondering, I feel so also with total strangers or people I meet for the first time. I can guess people's unhappiness. I can guess what's wrong with them. I can see it through their eyes. A couple of weeks ago I was cheking my account on an ATM near the central post office of my home town, when I suddenly saw a boy (about 15 years old or something) walking down the street. Well, I could see his desperation through his sad eyes. His eyes were like ashes of a dead fire. I asked him if he was OK. He smiled at me, said nothing and went on. Ok, I'm done now. You can guess who I am. I love you. Float:left