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November 27, 2006 Others
Welcome Trainwrecks viewers. I understand this post has been interpreted to be a statement on something that happened to Amalah a while back. I hate to disappoint, but I don't read Amalah, so if events similar to those portrayed in this post happened to her it is a coincidence. This is the danger of writing fiction. Everyone seems to think that it's based on something. In any case, I think life is too short to spend my time inventing problems to work myself up over (e.g. "What other people like is crap!" or "No one else likes what I like and that means they're stupid!" or even "This person does not enjoy my preferred style of music in the correct way!"). And we wonder why world peace is so elusive. Enjoy your stay. Sincerely, The Management. The two women were sitting on a couch in a darkened room, eating out of the same bowl of cheddar-flavoured popcorn and watching a story unfold on the screen; a woman was holding her daughter on her hip, and talking to the cashier about something--something inane and unimportant--while struggling to hold four full bags of groceries. In the background the laughtrack yucked it up. "God, this is boring. Who cares about this boring woman and her groceries?" said H, one of the women on the couch. "I know. So so so boring. I mean, the little girl's cute; that's the only reason I watch this crap," said D. "Yeah. Poor kid, though. Can you imagine being saddled with a mother like that?" "I KNOW!" "She can't even act. Look at her face." On the screen, the protagonist, whose bags of groceries had spilled and who was now trying to scoop them up while the wailing baby sat abandoned on the floor, muttered her lines woodenly: "Shh. Shh. It's ok, I'm going as fast as I can, it's ok." She seemed not only distraught at her daughter's tears but also pained, as if struck by a headache. The cashier rolled her eyes. D snorted. "Poor me! My groceries spilled!" "Who puts this crap on the air anyway?" The protagonist now had her daughter on her knees while the remnants of the groceries still lay scattered on the floor; harried shoppers hurried around or over them with a mutter and a dark look, except for one who, although she appeared angry, knelt down to repackage the rest of the food. The protagonist bent her head and touched foreheads with her daughter, who quieted, but she herself seemed near tears. "This is utter shit," said H. "How long until the next commercial?" D laughed. The protagonist stood, still holding her daughter, and walked to the camera. "I can hear you," she said. D and H sat on the couch, stunned. "I can hear you," she said again. "This isn't television. I'm not fiction. I'm not entertainment. I'm a person." "Like hell you are!" said H. "You invite a camera into your life, and you invite criticism. If you can't take it, maybe you don't belong in the business," said D. "Does that make sense to you?" The protagonist's voice was tinny, as if recorded. "I'm a person, but I deserve no consideration? Yes, I put my life on display, or part of it. I work hard to make it entertaining and interesting for you. I think if I do this well it might make the world a better place in a small but important way. And I want a record of my daughter's life." "What-ever," said D. "You're just a fucking narcissist who's trying to ride a ticket to fame on your daughter's story. I know it and you know it. And I'm watching, right? I'm increasing your ratings. Isn't that what you want?" "No!" the protagonist cried. "I just want you to enjoy this. It's supposed to be fun for both of us. Would you spend money on a book you don't think you'll like or a movie you think you'll hate? Why would you spend your time here just to criticize?" "Maybe it's fun to criticize," said D. "Just get back in the box. I'm tired of this meta shit," said H. "It's a little hard to concentrate on doing my thing when I'm constantly overhearing conversations about how horrible I am," said the protagonist. "Don't you think I see the referrals from bulletin boards? Don't you think I pop in to see what they say? Don't you think I see the link from your blog? Don't you think those emails get back to me? Nothing is private on the internet. This show isn't private, and neither is that conversation you're having in your living room." "I don't care," said D. "I'm tired of this, and I'm not talking to you anymore." "You are so mean," said H. "This is not a TV show. I am not a made up person. This is not a made up story. I am a real person, and this is my real life. You don't have to like me, but if you don't, why are you watching?" The woman who'd stopped to help her package her groceries stood up, carrying the bags, and walked to her side. "Just ignore them, S. They're just a bunch of fucking trolls." The protagonist looked at her quietly for a few moments. "Is that where we are, then? I'm not a person, I'm entertainment, so they can treat me like shit and it's ok. And they're not people, they're trolls, so I can treat them like shit and it's ok too. We'll demonize and dehumanize each other just like people always do. They're not people and I'm not a person because we're not standing in the same room face to face." She sighed, and shrugged. "Yeah. Probably. It sucks, but what can you do?" "There has to be a better way. Doesn't there?" She took the grocery bags. "Thanks. I appreciate it." D gave an exasperated snort. "Oh god. I am so tired of this. I'm switching to Dooce." "No kidding," said H. "At least her posts about hate mail are funny." Posted by Andrea at November 27, 2006 7:02 AM under Fiction EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments OK, so trolls aren't really "trolls," they're still human beings. But they're shitty human beings, Andrea. And just as there are good people who exhibit patience, kindness, empathy and understanding, there are people who not only care just about themselves but also get off on making others feel worse. I hope I'm not naive in believing that this world is peopled more by the former than the latter. Great post. Posted by: Angry Pregnant Lawyer at November 27, 2006 9:44 AM
"Troll" is, I suspect, an ill-understood term. It tends to get tossed around whenever someone is critical, but to me the term really refers to insincere criticism - an all-out attack that is not simply an expression of annoyance or dislike or even a genuinely held opinion, but rather a deliberate and conscious attempt to provoke a riot. Bulletin boards provide better hunting grounds for trolls than blogs do, because there is the opportunity to inflame opposing sides and then watch them tear each other to pieces. If the troll is successful, it should be possible for him/her/it to retire from the fight after a few inflammatory posts and then enjoy the fireworks from the sidelines. Trolling is difficult to prove, since it's so difficult to be certain of the motivations of others. I've seen clumsy attempts at trolling that have been transparent enough to provoke little reaction (not on blogs but on Babycenter). Those who are labelled as "trolls" on blogs tend to be something else - tactless, perhaps, or simply skeptical and oppositional, but sincere in their remarks. It's an interesting question you raise here - what ethical responsibilities does a blogger have towards a critic/heckler? (A topical question, in relation to the recent "Kramer" debacle?) I think, as a starting place, that bloggers have the right to delete upsetting comments. No one is obliged to provide space for an unwanted discussion. I would hesitate to exercise that right myself, but I think it's a right worth acknowledging. When we do choose to engage with our critics, it's probably worth remembering that for some reason words on the Internet seem always to come across as much angrier than they really are - and that knowledge can affect how we read others' remarks and how we choose our words in response. Posted by: bubandpie at November 27, 2006 9:59 AM
Thanks for tackling this issue. I've recently had to decide how to handle a few comments I received in person. Sadly, even though this was written as fiction (very nicely written at that), I know it happens in real life. My heart goes out to anyone who deals with this on a regular basis. Posted by: Nickie at November 27, 2006 10:52 AM
Well said - an interesting new way to look at the problem. I don't know what the solution is, except to keep on reminding people to consider the impact of their words and deeds. Posted by: tripleblessings at November 27, 2006 11:05 AM
This is a great post, Andrea. It took me a while to get it, but then I got it. I've never had those kinds of visitors, but they scare me. Funny, isn't it, how scary it can be to just get an obnoxious comment or see yourself being ridiculed on some site somewhere. Posted by: thalia at November 27, 2006 12:10 PM
Amazing amazing amazing post. Posted by: Karen Rani at November 27, 2006 1:04 PM
Wow. That just about knocked me out of my seat when I realized what sort of character the woman with the daughter was. Very, very well written. I was thinking about this issue yesterday, to some extent. Not on my own blog, since only a handful of people that I already know read and comment on it, but about 'internet pranking' and the ethics it brings up. I'm suprised that even when someone who plays a cruel internet prank is identified by his first and last name, photo, and city and state of residence, that he would still express no remorse or intention of stoppping. It's got me wondering: if it isn't the anonymity factor of the internet that lets people be cruel, what is it? Posted by: Abbey at November 27, 2006 1:47 PM
Hugs hugs hugs. Posted by: liz at November 27, 2006 2:27 PM
yes, it confuses me as to why you'd read a personal blog of someone you dont like or whose choices you dont approve of. just to irritate yourself? Thats what talk radio is for... Posted by: curiousgyrl at November 27, 2006 2:35 PM
It's sad to think that there are people out there who have nothing better to do than to constantly tear others down. I agree that we (me included, too -- I know I'm guilty of it) often dismiss people who exhibit very little tact as "trolls" or as people only out to "stir the pot." Dismissing people because you disagree with them may not be the best solution, but sometimes it is the *smart* solution. Often, the more contentious of commenters ARE there only to muckrake. I would rather ignore them than to give in to their desire to start an argument. I'm sorry that you are dealing with people who are two-faced. I agree with you that it seems to make no sense that you inhabit a space where you are not enjoying yourself. And, if you're only visiting so that you have conversational fodder, then that's even worse. It's all so highschool. I hope things turn for the better for you, and no matter those thoughtless people out there, know that you DO have a group of people here who are here because we WANT to be here, and who genuinely like you, and like your writing. Plus, there's the added bonus cuteness that is Frances. Don't let some very sad individuals with nothing better to do ruin what you've got going. Posted by: KLee at November 27, 2006 4:40 PM
It's not about me particularly--I mean, yes, similar experiences have happened to me, and I do find it upsetting that the internet fosters this bizarre situation where both sides are nearly obliged to treat each other like sub-human cartoon characters--but I've noticed this on many many blogs, and I think it's similar regardless of which particular site it is. If you hate it, why read it? Why do people treat other people like television shows? Is it because a monitor looks like a TV screen? I don't get it. Posted by: Andrea at November 27, 2006 5:29 PM
I think there are miserable people who want to keep tabs on others to make ensure or ensure that everyone else is miserable, too. And yet a truly miserable person can't really enjoy someone else's misery, because enjoyment would defeat the necessarily miserable default state. Posted by: ~Macarena~ at November 27, 2006 9:15 PM
I meant "make sure or ensure." Posted by: ~Macarena~ at November 27, 2006 9:16 PM
I guess I'm really lucky in that, although I'm sure I've had readers who think that way, they don't post comments. Posted by: Purple_Kangaroo at November 28, 2006 7:11 PM
So this is a bit tangential, but it came up for me when I read this post to tell you that I recently went to a conference where folks were talking about changing the world through hosting radical dialogues. And while the conference itself is not the point (even though it is wonderful to know that there are really cool people thinking, talking, and acting in world-changing ways), I was struck by the amazing way that people at the conference interacted with each other. They were, in a word, beautiful to each other. Really and truly committed to seeing each others humanness. So I read your fictional post and know that it's very true - in many spaces, in many ways, but I also feel so strongly after coming from that conference that there are people who are tired of that and are trying different ways of being and relating. And I just wanted to share it with you. Hopeful, isn't it? Posted by: Zany Mama at November 28, 2006 9:56 PM
ZM, that sounds like a conference I would have loved to be at. I think you've really nailed part of it too--I think it's so important to see someone's humanness even (or especially) when they stand for all kinds of things we disagree with. How do you change the world if you replicate the worst parts of human behaviour? Posted by: Andrea at November 29, 2006 10:06 AM
Wow, that really hits home, and it was beautifully written. Posted by: Miss Misery at December 1, 2006 9:06 PM
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