City Shark Attack: Update!
posted by August 28 at 12:35 PMon
Yesterday, I reported that right-wing blogger Stefan Sharkansky had erased all evidence of his blog post attacking waitress Steffany Bell from the Internet, including the Google cache of his web page. However, today the post has reappeared in the cache, and is available here. Bell’s original blog post, meanwhile, is available here. Here’s a representative sample of what she said on her friend’s (until last week, totally obscure) blog, “Meet the Stress,” followed by Sharkansky’s response on his own (extremely prominent) blog, Sound Politics. Judge for yourself whether Sharkansky’s response was an overreaction.
Meet the Stress: Stephen Sharkansky. What does that name say to you?
Blogger/NW Restaurateur: Shitty tipper. Gives you googly eyes. Waited on him once and only once. I refuse to again. […]
Meet the Stress: And on average, how much do you think his gratuity is?
Blogger/NW Restaurateur: 10%. “Mr 10%” we call him - which in 1984 was good.
Meet the Stress: When we talked last, you described the [five-year-old] scion of these two as “a problem”. Why is that?
Blogger/NW Restaurateur: Quite simply, the kid is Damian from the Omen. Might as well be a monkey. The kid did everything except reach in his pants and throw feces on the wall. […]
Meet the Stress: So did Sharkansky’s wife try to deal with his behavior?
Blogger/NW Restaurateur: Barely. But when she did, the kid screamed “I don’t want anything!” and then balled-up hi fists in his mom’s face. I swear she just about got punched had she not backed-down.
And here’s this prominent blogger’s response to one obscure blogger’s “interview” with his onetime waitress:
Steffany Bell is a waitress (now also temping at Amazon) who recently gave a wildly imaginative and mostly false and defamatory story to an anonymous blogger about my family’s visits to her restaurant. She identified me by name and wrote some nasty and untrue things about our pre-school-aged son. She tried to do this anonymously, but I figured out who she was.
[…] [T]here’s really not much to say about a 37-year-old woman who would anonymously slander a pre-schooler. But in defense of my family and especially my son who can’t defend himself, I’ve decided to name Steffany Bell and post excerpts from her blog so anybody who reads her story about my son can read more about Steffany in her own words and make up their own minds about her character and credibility.
Her MySpace page is here. Her twitter page is here and her personal blog is here. In case she deletes some of her relevant posts, I saved screen shots here: June, July, August.
Steffany thought it was funny to make stuff up about my very young son, but here are her own words about her own son [June 29]
AAAAAAHGH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! Can I not catch a fucking break?!!! So I find out from my son’s teacher via email TODAY that LAST FRIDAY my son threatened to blow up the fucking school. What the FUCK? Now, O.K. I remember school. I remember wanting to blow the school up. But did I ever announce it to the entire class? NO. Oh my god. Now I’m the mother of the kid that threatened to blow up the school. I give up.
Here’s what she wrote about the other customers that frequent her restaurant [June 21]:
Perhaps it is because I work in one of the only “family-friendly” eateries in the neighborhood, but it seems there are a lot of kids living in XXX now. They come in, followed by their frazzled parents, and proceed to act like animals. The parents blissfully sip on house wine and leisurely pick at their food, while we (myself and my colleagues) have to wipe fingerprints and face prints off of windows, reset messed up tables, refill spilled salt and pepper shakers, and worst of all, unclog toilets. Parenting to these people is simply corralling their child when it seems that the restaurant staff is becoming irritated, and then allowing them (the child) to return to their destructive activities five minutes later. […]
But this is how she describes her own personal life [June 18]:
So a bit about me. I have been married to an emotionally abusive man for fifteen years. I have two kids and a beagle. I recently (last Thursday) served my husband with divorce papers and am currently residing in a hotel, thanks to my local domestic violence advocacy group. I am a waitress by trade, but a writer in my heart. […] Oh, and I have serious issues regarding: men, children, relationships, food, sex, politics, religion, and authority. So come with me, in the following weeks and months as I : get divorced, sell a house, find a place to live, find a job, navigate “single” life, potentially fall in and out of love, figure out my own finances, get depressed, drink to much, and oh, live my life as the world’s oldest twelve year old.
So, that’s Steffany Bell who thought it was a hoot to make up stories about my son and post them anonymously.
For context, here are the definitions of ““slander” and defamation.”