When Opinions Diverge Into Cruelty

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When Opinions Diverge Into Cruelty






Especially when it comes to what I do online, I just can't muster up the energy it takes to post an impassioned blog entry that will eloquently argue a point. I write thousands of words a day, and while they're not all good, none are really worth name calling. And on my regular blog, Mommy Wants Vodka, where I've been slowly polluting the Internet with my presence since 2004, I've had to delete exactly one comment. Ever. That one was calling someone else in my comment section a horrible name.


I've been trolled myself a handful of times and while the opinions weren't exactly right because their facts were wrong (they'd read one line of my post and decided to ream me a new one over it), I've always left them up. And not responded with heated words, no matter how below the belt they've swung. Truthfully, I don't know why. I suppose it's because you tend to look more eloquent when you don't stoop to the level of someone who leaves their email address as 'urabitch@gmail.com.'

I see the trolling all over the Internet especially in places like newspapers, where every moron with a computer has the ability to reply to everything and for a laugh, sometimes I open them up just to see how the mouth-breathers among us live. What always shocks me is the vitriol and the hatred. It never matters what the subject of the article is, there's always someone ready to spew something hateful there.

Since I've been branching out and working on other sites, I'm starting to get exposed to this sort of unnecessary bile firsthand and quite frankly, I'm not sure how to respond. It's one thing when people are falling all over each other to attack the new foreign policy, it's another thing when they're attacking you as a person, because my job is to tell stories about myself, and you're left without the DELETE key.

Truthfully, I'm not sure how to handle it. My skin is as thick as an elephant's ass, but I find myself dreading having to open up the comments for my articles, knowing they'll be a handful of hateful remarks that have nothing to do with anything that I wrote about thrown in every time. For no real reason except to be cruel to me. It seems that the anonymity of the Internet has bred a certain new type of person who believes that they not only have the right to be cruel to everyone, but that they should.

I haven't been kept up nights weeping into my pillow, prostrate with grief, but at the same time, I'm unsure how to manage it. So here's where I ask you're opinion. How should writers and internet community leaders manage their trolls?

 

Skirtsetter

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I guess some people are so

I guess some people are so unhappy in their personal lives, that they feel the need to share their misfortune and get away without any repercussions becasue they can do so annomously.

I am of the opinion if you disagree, click away from that page.

You have so many readers that support you, and I would imagine that when something hateful is posted, commenters will take up on your side.


Trolls will be trolls

Dude, I think the trolls on the internet are just about the same as idiot drivers. That is, there ain't nothin you can do but swear at them and move on with your day.  You'd really like to ram 'em or shoot paintballs at their car so that everyone will know what a jerk they are, but then, they don't hide it well, so it's not all that necessary. And the ramming wouldn't work out so well for us, because then our car would be damaged and we'd spend all day filling out accident reports while their jerk asses drive away and pretend like nothing happened.  I've pretty much come to the conclusion that all you can do is ignore jerky behavior, where ever it may be.  But if you think of something more clever (because you are full of the AWESOME and you might) then please, please let me know. I will help however I can.  :)


Ugh - between trolls and spammers

Ugh, between trolls and spammers...they're like getting hives. I’m sorry you’ve had to go through people being cruel to you. It amazes me what people will say behind the cloak of a keyboard. Some people are just out to be mean. I believe that Karma will get them in the end - or at least give them a monstrous case of diarrhea. I find most, just don't have the ability or take the time to "hear" what they've written. They just come across as brutal but if they were on the phone or in person with you, it would be totally different. Whether it's a comment, a blog and email...you can tell that many just don't make a simple effort to a deep breath, reread and think about how their thoughts can be interpreted by the other person. We try to encourage discussion without tearing each other down. Most of the time the community takes care of itself without us having to step in. It's always more potent when a peer takes 'em down. When we do have to step in, it’s usually ends up one of two ways, the user is blocked and the comment is deleted or the user apologizes. Either way, it takes a village to raise a site and hold each other accountable. ;)

Don't let the crazies get you down...

Personally, I feel somewhat slightly and inferior now.   Apparently, I have never written anything that created enough passion in a troll to elicit such a derogatory response.  The way I see it, as a writer if you're not pissing off someone, you're not doing your job.  Clearly, you're doing a helluva a job.    I obviously have to step up my game. 

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I agree with

I agree with inJaynesworld...if you're getting nasty comments, you're stirring up something in people. Sometimes a mean comment gets others to defend you so you don't have to and gets readers dialoguing. I much prefer that to no comments. That's always kinda nice.

Stephanie Davis Smith,

National Web Editor of skirt.com


Debate Team and Trolls

Debate team reminded me of when I was in a community college and I took public speaking.  The last assignment was a debate.  My team (my best friend and I) had to argue for closing the borders for five years.  The other team (my best friend and I couldn't stand them....they felt the same!) of course had to argue against. The funny part was that the teacher was going to award 5 extra bonus points to any team that won their debate.  So way back when he told us of the bonus points, I was all "What if there is a tie". He said something like 'I've been teaching for over 20 years and have NEVER declared a tie'.  Well debate day for our team came and I was good.  My best friend had did all kinds of research and I did the emotional stuff and we were teaming up on the stand and the other girls were against everything we said and I was up there yelling and pounding my fist and probably had veins popping out of my neck.  The whole class was sitting on the edge of their seats and they were LOVING IT!  Anyway, in the end, he said it was a tie.  There were an even number of kids in the class and it went to a class vote and that too was a tie.  He said he wasn't going to award any points because there was no winner.  Well, since I was already in attack mode, I went off on him and started arguing my point and stated my case and said that we should get the points for whatever reasons and he eventually gave the points to us.<br><BR>

Why were those points so important?  My best friend barely had a B in the class and was worried about making a C for the first time ever.  I did it for her.  I had a 99 percent in that class because I did great going up there and talking to a bunch of classmates. . .I was a DJ on the weekend evenings and Sunday mornings.  I did the talking thing pretty good.  The public speaking teacher and the debate teacher were good friends and they both approached me to take the class.  I wouldn't do it unless my friend did it (she really was my rock when it came to research and stuff more fact related).  I sort of regret not taking the class. Oh well . . ..<br><BR>

 

For the trolls, if they are blasting another commenter, then either go back and support the innocent commenter, or delete the harmful comment. . .I would imagine that's what I'd do.  You're amazing Aunt Becky, and if someone blasts you over something crazy. . .That only shows just how Full of the Awesome you really are!


I feel your pain and plese

I feel your pain and plese read our Coaches on the Edge blog tomorrow. We got hit by someone accusing us of stealing her work - I nearly swallowed my tongue.

I agrre - we are stirring up something and I am gald to be be doing that. Don't let the morns get you down. have a shot of vodka.  :-)  elizabeth

 

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~~~Hey, Great Blog! I love

~~~Hey, Great Blog! I love your continual honesty and authentic voice.  This is the reason you are read by several women.....Okay, about the bitches leaving nasty comments....DO not even respond.  DELETE their asses right off your page.  I had one girl  that always had something negative to say... I never responded to her vemonous, yucky  words!  Just know this:  You are Fabullous!!!!!!!  PS.  And The chicks are Envious of your popularity!!!


I don't get it

I don't understand why trolls spend so much time and energy spewing their vile around. I think taking the high road is probably the best approach.


Treat it like a badge of honor

When I had my very first essay published in a newspaper, someone linked to it on a forum for EMTs (it was a story from my EMT days) and one of the commenters repeatedly accused me of having killed the patient through incompetence. I spent a few hours saying, "but that's so MEAN. and it's about ME." I didn't respond online, even though I wanted to at least point out that he wasn't exactly talking behind my back. Now I just let a lot of things roll off my back because hey, the internet once accused me of killing, so unless someone can attack me worse than that they can just piss off.


 
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