Sometimes people are even bigger dicks in meatspace than “cyberspace,” as we old folks affectionately call the interwebs.
Case in point – last week had comment “conversation” with someone who objected to my choice of language (in my other cyber-life). There was a little tone trolling in that, but fine, I’ll let it slide. I suggested he (for it is, inevitably, a he) write a guest post to get a conversation going. I offered it be anonymous. Silence.
Tonight, at a separate event also to do with that other life (though hopefully less and less so) up he popped (though I didn’t know at the time it was he.) Did I not agree that anything short of calling everything Class War was just so much bourgeois revisionism? Yeah, maybe, I said. Care to write a minority report? This was, apparently, an insulting suggestion.
Oooookaaaaaaaay. Feel free to snipe away, without doing anything constructive of your own (that I can see). It’s still (for now) a free(ish) country. But then, I have the freedom to think – and say – that you’re just a prolier-than-thou poseur who is unwilling to engage in dialogue.