Do you ever wonder if some long held belief you have about yourself is all wrong? Like, for example, maybe you don’t have a good fashion sense? That wearing the same pair of yoga pants and t shirt (you know, the one that says “YMCA Camp Big Elk Creek 2011” with a hole in the underarm) doesn’t mean you’re flouting fashion trends, it just means you’ve stopped caring? Or maybe you’re not really the nice, kind person you think you are because you’ve been unable to sleep at night since you heard your old college classmate, the one everyone knew cheated on the 19th Century American Literature final (although she denied it), just published a story in The Atlantic?
That’s the feeling I had over the past week as I found myself
getting into fights commenting on two separate blog posts. The first was over on Suffolk Scribblings, Dylan Hearn’s blog on writing and music. Dylan had written the post, “The Ten Worst Writing Tips I Received.” In my head, my comment was, “Hey, none of this is really bad advice and here’s why” but instead it must have sounded like, “OMG, how can you be such a fucking idiot as to think any of this is bad advice, you fucking moron!” because that post got 92 (yes, 92!) comments, none of which disagreed with Dylan like I did. In fact, several readers came to his defense which prompted the blogger himself to say
Karen and I have a history of disagreeing on things but I like her all the more for it. She is honest, heartfelt and can often persuade me to change my mind.
I didn’t realize that we had a history but, upon reflection, I remembered offering a few alternative opinions on his blog, most notably in discussions comparing self-publishing to traditional publishing. OK, fair enough, maybe I did have a history of disagreeing on Suffolk Scribblings.
Then along comes this post, “Pornography, Sexuality and the Empowerment of Belle Knox,” from the blog bodycrimes. Now, I most definitely do have a history of disagreeing on bodycrimes, a blog about feminism and female body image, though my disagreements are not so much with the blog’s author as with the commenters on the site. I once found myself in the bizarre position of sounding like I was defending pedophiles (I wasn’t!) in a discussion on sexual consent. So there I was this week, again disagreeing with a comment another reader had made.