“There is so much negative energy in these anonymous comments. I’m glad I don’t have a blog,” said my colleague. She’s a fantastic writer.
Ramya too the other day was contemplating going off the blogworld. “We are sitting ducks. Anyone can say nasty things with the anonymous tag and get away with it,” she said.
Being journalists, we have the privilege of being read, even by those who hate us. (Counterman tells me that this blog has got over 75,000 hits in seven and a half months of its inception)
So it’s like you’re talking to a few hundred people everyday and one of them (from the anonymous urchin cult) throws a stone and runs away. Anyone could malign your reputation or at least try to. Because people know you. Even if its just by your name.
But my point is: Defamation happens only to those who have some kind of reputation to protect. Every attempt to defame directly implies that you’ve truly arrived. Someone out there actually acknowleges you are reputed. Or someone out there does not like the fact that you have this reputation. Someone out there (probably with a blog that gets 3 or 4 hits a day when he checks it that many times in the futile expectation that someone’s left a comment!) is pissed and wants to get his frustration out.
There were these really unpleasant comments left by an anonymous clown in my last blog that actually dragged my boss and colleagues into it, apart from generously calling me names. Thanks to statcounter and cyber crime officials, we were able to trace the culprit to an IP address in Delhi. And I got written and oral apologies from this dude who said he took a joke too far.
Though it is one of those rare small victories in a world where anonymous malicious comments are a way of life, it does not take away from the fact that anonymous unpleasant comments breed negative energy. I hit back the guy who throws a stone with a rocking sledgehammer. I then feel good and thoroughly pleased (because real life violence can get you arrested, and here you can kick butt at will, especially when you moderate the comments).
And till I respond and kick his ass, the anonymous comment guy (who supposedly does not like me) keeps checking my blog for the response. So what’s the point with these losers? They post a comment, I kick their ass, and they keep coming back to see how I’ve kicked their ass. If they say something really unpleasant, I delete the comment and kick their ass again. I mean, do they enjoy getting kicked in the butt? I sure enjoy kicking it… but after a point, you’re just bored. And you’re like… Whatever. And you quietly delete the comment to show him who’s the boss in your blog.
A few months ago, I had posted something about how you just cannot please everybody.
And I’m pretty sure that it is doubly impossible to please anonymous (sons of an anonymous fathers) because they aren’t looking at you pleasing them. They are just a bunch of always insecure, sometimes jealous people who are trying hard to get your attention. Trying to tell you that you aren’t all that good.
In a way I’m glad they exist for the sake of balance. Having a lot of people who LIKE you might get to your head and before you know it you become a diplomat. You have one thing in your mind and only nice things to say.
So, some of these anonymous comments are constant reminders for you to be normal, just like anyone else. They help you be yourself. They help you kick evil butt. They make you the superhero you’ve always wanted to be. Not a boring diplomat. Anyway I’m not running for Prime Minister or Mr. Congeniality. Not that you guys will vote! 🙂