SweetWitch
Green Goddess
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- Oct 9, 2005
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I have no examples for discussion. Those were deleted long ago by their authors. But I have memories.
A few years ago, some of my work was getting a lot of notice. As many can imagine, I was quite proud of all the comments and feedback I was getting and seeing here on the boards. Then one person--whose name I won't mention--took it upon himself to attack one novel I had written because it was nominated for an award. He even admitted that he'd never read it. He said some pretty rude things.
I tried not to respond, but you know how it is. Sometimes you just can't resist. I thought my response was dignified and not at all rude. I told him it was all right and I appreciated the fact that he hadn't read it--that I would appreciate if he never read any of my work. It obviously wasn't his cup of tea.
Big mistake. He came back with a personal attack, acting as if he knew me quite personally (if you get my meaning) and saying that I was nothing more than an embittered middle-aged woman from the lowly mid-west. Those weren't his exact words, but it was the gist of his comments.
I will admit that I was very insulting in my response. I hated myself afterwards for having lowered myself to his position. It's ugly and dirty at that level. Then he went after some of my friends, and being the rabid mother hen that I am, I was enraged. I asked the powers to do something and was met with silence. I pulled the bulk of my work from the site, but all that did was to remove my stories.
After I calmed down, I realized that I was responsible for the whole exchange--not because of what I'd said, but because I had allowed the filth of one person to infect me. He was never worth a second thought from me, nor any consideration for his opinions. In retrospect, I'm glad the powers didn't do anything. He has a right to spew his ignorance, just as I have a right to laugh at him for being ignorant. And to feel sorry for him because the only way he can make his miserable self feel any better is to try to hurt others. Sad, no?
I guess what I'm saying is that I would like to think I'm an enlightened person and that I can take such banter with a grain of salt. This place is fabulous, just the way it is. The only way trolls, asshats, buttwipes, jerkoffs and dirtbags can hurt us is if we give them that power. I don't need a moderator to protect me because I don't have to respond to--or even read--anything that can be offensive to me. I don't take it so seriously anymore. There's too much in life to enjoy for anything said here to have a lasting impression.
A few years ago, some of my work was getting a lot of notice. As many can imagine, I was quite proud of all the comments and feedback I was getting and seeing here on the boards. Then one person--whose name I won't mention--took it upon himself to attack one novel I had written because it was nominated for an award. He even admitted that he'd never read it. He said some pretty rude things.
I tried not to respond, but you know how it is. Sometimes you just can't resist. I thought my response was dignified and not at all rude. I told him it was all right and I appreciated the fact that he hadn't read it--that I would appreciate if he never read any of my work. It obviously wasn't his cup of tea.
Big mistake. He came back with a personal attack, acting as if he knew me quite personally (if you get my meaning) and saying that I was nothing more than an embittered middle-aged woman from the lowly mid-west. Those weren't his exact words, but it was the gist of his comments.
I will admit that I was very insulting in my response. I hated myself afterwards for having lowered myself to his position. It's ugly and dirty at that level. Then he went after some of my friends, and being the rabid mother hen that I am, I was enraged. I asked the powers to do something and was met with silence. I pulled the bulk of my work from the site, but all that did was to remove my stories.
After I calmed down, I realized that I was responsible for the whole exchange--not because of what I'd said, but because I had allowed the filth of one person to infect me. He was never worth a second thought from me, nor any consideration for his opinions. In retrospect, I'm glad the powers didn't do anything. He has a right to spew his ignorance, just as I have a right to laugh at him for being ignorant. And to feel sorry for him because the only way he can make his miserable self feel any better is to try to hurt others. Sad, no?
I guess what I'm saying is that I would like to think I'm an enlightened person and that I can take such banter with a grain of salt. This place is fabulous, just the way it is. The only way trolls, asshats, buttwipes, jerkoffs and dirtbags can hurt us is if we give them that power. I don't need a moderator to protect me because I don't have to respond to--or even read--anything that can be offensive to me. I don't take it so seriously anymore. There's too much in life to enjoy for anything said here to have a lasting impression.