Housekeeping Fuck This, I’m Out
posted by June 13 at 10:48 AMon
I’ve had enough. When I agreed to my stint as a guest blogger here, it sounded like fun, as well as a good way to gain exposure for my own blog. Well, I was right on one count, at least.
A couple days before I started writing here I commenced jotting down a list of potential topics: things I like, things I’m excited about, things I thought should be shared with a larger audience than the regular readers of Who Did What To Who. That list sits across the room from me, untouched for days. I no longer want to share these things here, though I know them to be perfectly serviceable topics. I am aware that what I have contributed here so far has been enjoyed by quite a few people, and I thank you for reading. But I have no desire to contribute here any longer. I am taking my ball and going home.
I was warned beforehand that some of the commenters on Slog could be mean. That was an understatement. The word I would use is cruel. Luckily, I have a strong enough sense of self that I do not take the insults hurled at me to heart. In a way, I am glad that I was chosen to be the first guest Slogger. It could have been a far less stable person in my position, someone less able to separate the internet from real life. Or, God forbid, someone more prone to acts of violence towards themselves or others. That may sound melodramatic, but we do live in a world where bullying, both electronic and otherwise, has led fragile people to commit truly terrible acts.
When I say that there are cruel commenters here, I do not want that to be taken as a blanket statement. There are also thoughtful, witty, and interesting things being said. But here the good is overshadowed by the bad. As is the case in most forums with little to no regulation, the worst voices are the loudest. And then, rather than being discouraged (or banned, as they should be), these people are rewarded with more attention: Freaky Friday Slogging privileges, etc.
No matter what I post here, it will be ripped to shreds, whether by the grammar police (I dare you to find me something more boring than someone correcting another person’s grammar), the pearl-clutching grannies who take umbrage with my use of profanity, or those with a general distaste for what and how I write. That’s not what bothers me (I just find it intensely dull). What bothers me is that I woke up these last few mornings perfectly happy… until I remembered that I had to write something for Slog and the dread set in. I found myself unwilling to send in my best material, wishing instead to post it on my own blog where it remains mine, unsullied by comment threads that are at turns spiteful and boring. So, haters, rejoice. You have successfully defended your sad little fiefdom. Comte, I believe you called the date of my departure. Congratulations.
Mr. Poe, Jubilation T. Cornball, I want to address the two of you directly, as much as I hate to give you the attention you so clearly feed on. You hate me? Fine. I literally could not care less how you feel about me. But I need to say this: How can you possibly think that it is acceptable adult behavior in any venue to tell a stranger you know next to nothing about that they should kill themselves? That doesn’t make you look smart, interesting, or witty. It only makes you look like small, awful, miserable people. And fuck you for putting me in a position where I had to tell my mother, who was so excited that I would be doing this, that she was not, under any circumstances, to read the comments because I did not want her to know that anyone was treating daughter that way. Fuck you both.
So this is it for me. For anyone who cares to read, I’ll be back at Who Did What To Who*, where I can actually enjoy myself. Thank you, Amy Kate Horn and Dan Savage, for giving me this opportunity. It hasn’t been all bad, just bad enough that I don’t see any real reason to continue here. And for what it’s worth, please consider switching to a commenter registration system, or at least more regulation. I cannot imagine how many readers are silenced because your comments are overrun with vicious bullies, tearing apart anyone they don’t agree with.
* For the record, I am perfectly aware that the phrase “who did what to who” is grammatically incorrect. It is a Southern turn of phrase (as in, “She came in here lookin’ like who did what to who”), and I like the sound of it.