Ironic or hypocritical?

I'm usually a pretty passive aggressive individual.  I hate conflict.  I avoid it.  At all costs.  I get nervous and clam up at the possibility of a disagreement gone awry. Except this summer when a large family of Tongans walked all over my stuff because they decided they wanted to make some room in the shade at the local swimming pool by moving my stuff out of the way.  I became not very nice in that instant, letting them know exactly what I thought and it shocked me. 
I guess you can say I'm still being passive aggressive with this rant on my blog today, but it's my blog.  And it's where I dump my over full brain. 
So I'm getting on my soapbox, and if you know me you know this soapbox well. 
Judging just really gets under my skin and makes me grit my teeth.  Even though I've been known to do it, because it's a really hard thing not to do ever, and frankly, some things require a bit of judging.  But other things, however, do not.
I've said it before and I'm going to say it again.  Life is hard enough with out us making it harder for each other.  My favorite quote on the subject? "Be kind.  Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." (Marjorie Hinckley).
Let's talk about gay rights shall we? Well, no, probably not right now.  That's not actually what I'm getting on my soapbox for, but let's just say that I have been nothing but kind and supportive to my homosexual friends in the fight to live how they feel.  It's a hard battle and I still stand by my words that just because someone lives life differently than we do doesn't mean they're wrong.
Imagine my surprise this morning to read a comment from a gay friend that put down my lifestyle. He, who fights for his lifestyle and wishes to live free of judgement, turned on mine.  Claiming that he was next to a family who had *gasp* five children under the age of five.  First of all, let's make a false claim to make the situation sound more sensational than it is because we all know that he didn't approach this family and he sure didn't ask the kids' ages.  He just claims that they're five kids under five years.  I'm sure there were five, and I'm sure they were all young, but come on now.  And even if it were so, I had four under four years.  And currently have six within five years of each other. So the next comment of his being sure that parent planning classes are available to such people (which, considering the facts that I just stated about the ages of my own circus would include me, right?) stung. 
I wonder that those who have to fight so hard to live judgement free, can turn around and dole it out with out a second thought. 
And frankly I'm only hurt because though his comments weren't aimed directly at me, they most certainly included me. And that's the thing about judgement.  I've also heard this before in the harsher debates of stay at home mom vs. working mom.  Comments will be made.  And me, on my judging soapbox which I seem to not be able to get off of, will butt in.  And then it's said, "well I didn't mean you."
And we never do.  We always mean that person over there who has the same situation as you, but I didn't mean you.
I do it.  I know I do it.  The same as you do it, and the same as my friend did it.
Ironic or hypocritical?