What happens every spring? No, not baseball. No, not daffodils, although they happen, too.
Spring, and especially the end of the semester, is the time when otherwise sensible and rational academics get. . .touchy.
Minor slights become major affronts that demand action. Discussion lists and Facebook blossom with testy demands for accountability.
Letters and petitions flourish about matters that a face-to-face conversation could solve. Sides are chosen and colleagues demand that you join them or else be held accountable for not caring enough.
Escalation becomes the norm, and old injuries, real or perceived, are brought out for their annual airing. It's a springtime Festivus.
I'm not talking about the social issues that are genuinely causes to protest, but rather things like "how come the professors on one floor get green staplers and we have to settle for red ones?"
I'm exaggerating, of course, but I get caught up in this, too. A few years back, I recognized that it's a pattern and now earnestly try to keep my mouth shut and, if that doesn't work, to "take my hands off that" problem.
Have you noticed this, or is it just my end-of-semester crankiness clouding my judgment? Or should we be more attentive to these issues all the time instead of just in the spring?