The Internet is a piece of shit.
If you asked someone about the Internet, you’d probably hear something like this:
“The Internet changed the way we live–the way we learn, communication, watch porn. Basically the best thing evaaaaar.”
Well I’ve come to the final conclusion that the Internet is going to kill me. I am a commenter. You know those “news” articles you read on the Yahoo frontpage? From everything from sports to politics to fashion, I am one of those people commenting, thumbs-upping, thumbs-downing. You know IMDb, the International Movie Database? After every movie I watch, I look at those pages as well as the actors, and I comment on the stuff I hated, the eye candy, whatever. Few people know this, but I regularly get into heated arguments. Off the top of my head, I’ve argued with people over some random contestant on Project Runway, Christina Hendricks’ gift(s) to men (tits. duh.), something about Nikki Blonsky, and whole horrible Public Enemies was. Is it a humongous waste of time? Yeah. Did I (do I) love it? Absolutely.
Those types of arguments excited me. I checked back frequently, whether I was out, at parties (yikes), or sitting at home with nothing else to do. But then I realized that that kind of back-and-forth was futile, and in a way, frustrating. On the plus side, I became an excellent and meticulous arguer. But that’s because for the most part I was arguing with people who were just like me: convinced that they, and only they, were correct and unwilling to admit that they were wrong. No, this is the Internet baby. Sit back, block user, and enjoy anonymity.
That weird kind of stress of trying to articular a point and getting nothing across was tiring. I abandoned that lifestyle. I had had enough; I grew up and became the person I wanted to be.
That included staying out of my normal shenanigans and naturally, trying to simply increase the amount of responsible discourse on the Internet. 99% of you know that such an ideal is so unrealistic that it’s ludicrous. Hell hath froze over before people on the Internet do anything close to responsible. They don’t proofread. They talk like how they speak ( ;)). They name call with no repercussions. I will go so far as to say that EVERYONE on the Internet has become some sort of troll.
You always comment that this Yahoo “News” story about “Must-Have Makeup for Summer” is not actual news? YOU ARE A TROLL.
You always post every little detail about your favorite sports team? YOU ARE A TROLL.
You have an opinion and belligerently express it in every way you can? Duh, YOU ARE A MOTHERFUCKING TROLL.
[Warning: Rant] I CAN’T FUCKING READ A (REAL) NEWS STORY ON ANYTHING WITHOUT IT TURNING TO FUCKING POLITICS. Oh, they wrote one sentence that commented on Obama’s first pitch at a White Sox game? It turns into a free-for-all on Obama’s presidency.
There might be a story on how Michelle Obama mistakenly touched the Queen on her back. You know, that respectful, “help your elders” back touch which usually translates to, “Can you move your creaky bones any damn faster.” Sure, maybe by English Royalty standards this is a no-no, but if anyone trips over this for more than a hot minute you have some serious problems. I can respect icons, I can respect royalty, and I watched every minute of Wills + Kate. I will bow down to those motherfu**ers, but don’t tell me for a second that their shit don’t stink. Naturally, the comments on this story ranged from how Michelle Obama vacationed while America starved, how she was being condescending towards the Queen, and then the racist ish.
Then there was a blog on Buzzfeed about Obama’s “Tall Tales” in a book by Dave Maraniss. Did I criticize the post? No. Who am I to judge? I’ve never read a book by Barack Obama nor have I read books critical of Obama. I replied to a commenter, simply: “Minorities have a different experience than white people in America.” I intentionally left out any mention of Obama, who, in the article, was accused of portraying him as more black than he really was. BUT I was braced for a shitstorm even while knowing that I hadn’t said anything inflammatory.
One man displayed a lack of deeper comprehension and bombarded me with instances of how minorities have the same experiences as whites in America. Yes, they indeed apply for driver’s licenses, get married, have children, just like white people! They are even elected POTUS. I responded that I meant a general life experience. To drive the point home, I asked, rhetorically, “What does that say about our country and our people? That IF Obama indeed acted more black or more white in different circles, what does that say about who he had to please socially and politically?”
That was then chopped up even further. It got as far as illegal immigration. I got in my last word, but that argument has since died.
Soon after that, I clicked on a Yahoo News story also about Maraniss’ book. It was TL;DR status, so I went straight down to the comments. The same inflammatory crap: people calling Obama an array of creative nicknames such as Oblamer, Othugo, Obamination, etc. You get the picture. Then came to the refreshingly and seemingly innocuous question: “What is a community organizer and how do they get paid?” I wet my pants–I had recently read the novel Young Mr. Obama: Chicago and the Making of a Black President by Edward McClelland for a class. I gave the objective definition of a community organizer and told a little bit about what Obama was facing when he took on the role of community organizer and that he was paid very little. Not a huge surprise. Then:
“He’s just a Savior! That’s what Kristen would have you believe. He might have been there at one point in time to help but I think that is when he realized that he could easily coax people into doing what he wanted because he is partly black. His radical ideas and beliefs are smoothed over in his double talk and sly speak. You know he’s about to sell you a pile of garbage when he starts talking about the greater good, social justice or tries to tell you that the government has your best interests in mind and at heart. Notice that Kristen is in Washington D.C. Anybody else find that a little “strange”?“
Is this what humanity has come to?