I guess this is where I get to play the asshole again
July 14, 2011 § 9 Comments
I’ve mellowed somewhat over the past year or so since I took my current job. Having a mostly rewarding job where it’s easy to have fun and to see several teens battling addiction issues take the necessary steps to strengthen themselves against desire/temptation naturally leads to more and more time devoted to what benefits me. But one consequence has been a lack of attention to those oh-so-important internet discussions. I don’t blog as much as I had been for the past three years and almost all of those posts do not tie into what others are discussing. Nor do I have the time to follow the dozens of blogs out there on a regular basis, even the ones that I’ve enjoyed reading for years.
But I’ve also managed to stay out of the fray of those teacup tempests for the most part this year because of this isolation. I just don’t have the time to devote to this (and I probably shouldn’t be writing this, as I’m trying to finalize a feature-length essay/interview tonight for mag publication shortly), but alas, I see that my apparent previous reputation for being a (self-admitted) internet asshole has preceded me. I received a Twitter direct message this evening, directing me to some comments made earlier today by Amanda Rutter of Floor to Ceiling Books, regarding a negative anonymous comment in this post (more recent at top):
Hrmm….what should I make of this? I suppose the simple, rational thing would be to continue ignoring these sorts of odd accusations, but after a while of having others point these out to me via Twitter DMs, I think that wouldn’t help too much. I guess I should begin by noting that I have not followed Amanda’s Twitter feed for around half a year or so due to a lack of interest in the type of posts and comments she was making. That’s nothing really personal, just more an admission that some people move in other circles and that it’d be best to just stop paying attention to someone rather than keep feeding fuel to that friction fire.
But this does get old after a while. When I decide I’m going to be the asshole in anything, the last thing that would ever occur to me would be to use an anonymous name. One would think that would be quite obvious considering I regularly use my first name in posting on forums, blogs, and this blog’s name on LiveJournal those rare times I post comments there. But perhaps it is easier to believe that someone like me who can be acerbic would choose to hide behind a cloak of anonymity than to state flat out that another person’s posts, opinions, fashion (non)sense, choice of pets, etc. are drivel.
Oh, I’m sure some are thrilled to see what they hope might be a nice cat fight. This does not interest me and I think it’d be best for others to forego sending me links to whenever Amanda goes into another one of her paranoid sob fests on Twitter, Facebook, her blog or string telephone thinking that I or another is behind those anonymous comments. I don’t care to be linked to her comments, I don’t want to read her blog unless I’m extremely bored and I browse a plethora of blogs I don’t have favorited but are in other’s blogrolls, and I certainly would rather it be stated for the present that I prefer to maintain that wall of radio silence, but if I have to state something negative about another, I’m going to go balls out and use my usual post name, since I eschew non-signed commentaries.
Got it? Now back to the more important stuff that actually pays me money.