Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Anti-Disclaimer Disclaimer.
So, I've been doing this crazy online journalling thing for almost a decade (it wasn't called blogging then). Back then, I had the standard angry blogger disclaimer, "Don't email me with your petty grievances."
Not only does that now seem to be a standard disclaimer among bloggers, they also implore their readers to not offer their opinions on the blog, their criticism, or basically anything that isn't "OMG! i luv yr blog!"
Screw dat. It might have taken me ten years to realize this but I'm the idiot with the online blog. Sure, I used to retaliate against the haters and password-protect my journal. Or I would wonder why me, internet, why hate ME? Maybe even respond to their emails with pleas that I'm a real person, with real feelings that really hurt!
Which made me a real idiot.
How in the world did it become standard for people to write whatever the hell they wanted to in their blogs, but then implore their readers to NOT respond to their diatribes?
I know the hate mail sucks. I've gotten my fair share of hate mail. I'm not belittling the fact that those barbs do sting. Not many people enjoy getting hate mail (except I actually did enjoy it as I got older because it meant that people were reading my journal and responding to it).
It's like when certain people grant interviews and then get upset because everything they said came off as a bit creepy.
If the hate mail makes you cry, then watch what you say. Or, better yet, just password-protect your blog and give out the password to all of the people who have praised your blog.
Otherwise. Do not ask me to not respond to something you post in your blog if my comments could be construed as negative. If you want to surround yourself with sycophantic yes-people, that's fine (although it hasn't done our President any good) but be prepared for some dissension in the ranks.
Because that is why the goddess, in her infinite wisdom, created the "Delete" key in email programs. Or if you have a particularly verbose hater, who can't help but write to you about every little thing you mention in your blog, just make a message filter and have them go straight to the trash.
As for me, and my blog. You can hate on me all you want. I can't promise that I'll take you seriously but I am ready for it, baby. Hit me one more time.
My ONLY disclaimer is that if you want to write about me (or something I wrote) in your own blog, give me some linkage love or I will ask you to remove the purloined content.
Although. You've got to remember that any email you send becomes the property of the recipient. That means it is well within my legal right to post your email here (although I would redact real names and email addresses because I'm not cruel).
(I don't know about you but that makes me think about all of the crappy, self-important emails I've written during my life. Thank goddess no one cares enough about me to save those things and publish them somewhere.)
So, flame away all you haters. Sycophants welcome, as well.
Not only does that now seem to be a standard disclaimer among bloggers, they also implore their readers to not offer their opinions on the blog, their criticism, or basically anything that isn't "OMG! i luv yr blog!"
Screw dat. It might have taken me ten years to realize this but I'm the idiot with the online blog. Sure, I used to retaliate against the haters and password-protect my journal. Or I would wonder why me, internet, why hate ME? Maybe even respond to their emails with pleas that I'm a real person, with real feelings that really hurt!
Which made me a real idiot.
How in the world did it become standard for people to write whatever the hell they wanted to in their blogs, but then implore their readers to NOT respond to their diatribes?
I know the hate mail sucks. I've gotten my fair share of hate mail. I'm not belittling the fact that those barbs do sting. Not many people enjoy getting hate mail (except I actually did enjoy it as I got older because it meant that people were reading my journal and responding to it).
It's like when certain people grant interviews and then get upset because everything they said came off as a bit creepy.
If the hate mail makes you cry, then watch what you say. Or, better yet, just password-protect your blog and give out the password to all of the people who have praised your blog.
Otherwise. Do not ask me to not respond to something you post in your blog if my comments could be construed as negative. If you want to surround yourself with sycophantic yes-people, that's fine (although it hasn't done our President any good) but be prepared for some dissension in the ranks.
Because that is why the goddess, in her infinite wisdom, created the "Delete" key in email programs. Or if you have a particularly verbose hater, who can't help but write to you about every little thing you mention in your blog, just make a message filter and have them go straight to the trash.
As for me, and my blog. You can hate on me all you want. I can't promise that I'll take you seriously but I am ready for it, baby. Hit me one more time.
My ONLY disclaimer is that if you want to write about me (or something I wrote) in your own blog, give me some linkage love or I will ask you to remove the purloined content.
Although. You've got to remember that any email you send becomes the property of the recipient. That means it is well within my legal right to post your email here (although I would redact real names and email addresses because I'm not cruel).
(I don't know about you but that makes me think about all of the crappy, self-important emails I've written during my life. Thank goddess no one cares enough about me to save those things and publish them somewhere.)
So, flame away all you haters. Sycophants welcome, as well.
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