I know that print media is going the way of the condor, or so I keep being told, but to me there’s nothing better than a nice quiet morning and a newspaper to rifle through. Well, okay, there are a lot of better things than that, namely a “nice quiet morning,” but I digress. I just don’t find reading newspapers online as appealing.
Partially it’s the site design. It’s like being fucked in the eye with all the blinky-glary-picture stuff being thrust into my eyes, and partially because I am a crotchety old person who doesn’t quite like to navigate through the clunky pages. I find it far less appealing, but I suppose I’ll have to get used to it.
What fascinates me the most is not the articles–no–what I find amazing is the way that John (or Jane) Q. Public reacts to them. Because now most of the stories come complete with a nifty comment box. And we all know that comment boxes + anonymity = assbags.
Newspapers seem to bear a good deal of the burden of this, often bringing out the loud and the stupid (why do they so often go hand in hand?) (I say this ironically. I am, after all, the person that posts something nearly every day here), and I have a field day reading it. The infighting and the general moral superiority to all other commenters just makes me giggle, seriously, if you want a good laugh, grab a bag of popcorn and pop open the comments box at the end of an article.
So as not to elicit the hatorade from the particular article I was just plowing through, I’ll spare you the linkage. This particular article was followed by the commenters ripping into each other about the nefarious use of Tylenol in schools. Apparently–according to some–Tylenol is a fucking gateway drug. Bwahahahaha! No, seriously. Someone thinks this. Several someones.
(Completely unrelated, but related: if they do manage to ban Vicodin, I am moving to the moon)
Blogs get it too, of course, as you have no doubt noticed, although it seems more muted on one hand and more personal and horrible on the other. Less infighting and more personal attacks.
The more readers your blog gets, the more expectations are placed upon the author. The greater the expectations, the greater the let down when the blogger has a particularly bad day or bad week and isn’t writing up to par. This is one of many things–like how a simple non-platinum coated front door can cost hundreds of dollars–I don’t understand.
Okay, I get the part where no one likes a whiny, cry-baby, because shit people, you may be complaining about your cock-bag ex-boyfriend while other people in the world don’t have access to clean drinking water! Or adequate health care! How dare you complain when some people have no legs! NO LEGS, Aunt Becky, you horrible bitch!
Perhaps they do not know I find “bitch” to be a term of endearment.
Before you accuse me of moral superiority (which, hahahaha! Just TRY and make that charge stick), trust me when I tell you that I have read posts on a couple different bigger blogs that have made me see red. It’s all I can do to not scroll down to the nifty comment box and pop in some awful, trite, I’m going to come here and rip you a new poo hole because you fucking suck crap. I’ve always managed to stop myself, close the window out and carefully unsubscribe.
The Internet needs more hatorade like I need someone to drill into my skull and pour cherry Jello inside. I mean, what does coming over to spew nastiness about actually accomplish? A feeling of moral superiority? You want moral superiority, go turn on Maury. Or Jerry Springer. Trust me, a half an hour of that should make you feel like a king among men. You’ll be patting yourself on the back for your decided lack of recessive genes and your amazingly normal family for weeks.
As bloggers, we put ourselves out there and invite you in to come see what we have to say. We dust off the Welcome Mat and offer you a tasty beverage while complimenting how amazing your ass looks in those pants (have you lost weight? You look amazing!). But do we have a right to be angry when you spit in our lemonade and throw eggs at our door?
Considering you get exactly what you pay for when you click to a new blog (think a sea of gigantic zeros as far as the eye can see), do you have a right to be cruel when you don’t get what you want? Or what you think you deserve?
I’m asking you, honestly. My friend Trish wrote this about authors handling negative reviews, and I’ve been rolling this around in my brain since then. How should bloggers handle it presuming a) they are not making money from said blog and b) they hadn’t asked for the negativity?








July 9th, 2009 → 2:09 am
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