Sally has a troll. I’m not sure what I’d do or how I’d feel if someone was just being an arse. I might publish the comments to see if anyone came to my rescue* or I might just delete them. Trolls are a joyful new present from the Internet age. It’s easy to be anonymous and to say mean things but the question remains, Why?
I’m no saint and have been tempted to leave the ‘you’re clearly a knob’ comment on various blogs but the effort it takes far outweighs my desire to share it with anything but the screen in front of me.
The thing with a troll is that they seem to exist wherever there’s a comment thread. Sometimes they are arguing with each other. There’s recently been a bit of a to do on the Mac Format blog. Weird as it’s usually a place of peace and tranquillity, much like Sally’s site.
But here’s the rub, I’ve called Sally by her first name twice now and I’ve never met her.** Could it be that a personal blog breaks down walls and make people think they know a person but with enough distance to still be mean and not feel bad about it? Getting Ink hardly covers the most controversial of topics but clearly someone thinks that its author needs to be abused.
I’m not blowing smoke up Sally’s ass but I visit her site daily (Yes I’m aware of RSS but then I don’t like it, deal) and for the life of me I cannot work out why someone would spend time bitching about her.
The Internet really has brought some great things to the world.
* To be fair anyone who’s spent more than ten minutes in my company would probably agree with the troll.
** To the best of my knowledge but then again I spent most of my days at IT press junkets arse over tit drunk just barely clinging on to the release so I may have been in the same room as her.
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That doesn’t count you know that I’m a cnut already.
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