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Oh God I Just Can't Help Myself
This morning while I was running through a few things I happened to log into Neopoet.com just to make certain there were no requests pending, there were, and no open comments or issues with which I had to deal and I almost broke my pledge not to start commenting on poems and issues until I got back from my vacation. This blog post is my release valve.
To put it mildly:
When the fuck did offering competent critique on a poem become harassment?
OK, maybe not so mildly.
For the record folks, since there still may some confusion:
- I don't care how old you are
- I don't care how victimized you need to feel
- I don't care about your melanin level
- I don't care about how much money you make
- I don't care about your level of education
- I don't care about your level of ability
- I don't care about how smart you think you are
- I don't care about how smart you actually are
- I don't care about your ego
- I don't care about feelings
So, what do I care about?
- I care that you are here to get better at writing (gee, so am I)
And that's it. If you are here to get better at writing then I will work with you in any capacity I am able.
There have always been parasites at Neopoet.com, the people who are here to be praised and who some misguided folks feel a need to "protect" from actual critique and I have nothing but contempt for the parasites. That the vast majority of them are poor writers with an inflated sense of self-worth and a predisposition of claiming persecution really is not surprise.
They are perfect, they are misunderstood, they are here to show us their greatness.
Bull-fucking-shit.
They are moronic twits and if I offend them then I have done a good karma deed because they suck the life from a site and move it, not toward mediocrity, but toward abject and embarrassing self-indulgence and abasement.
Neopoet.com is not a publicly owned site, it is a private site and membership is not guaranteed. Had I my druthers anyone who complained about receiving competent critique or who wrongfully claimed persecution would get a one (1) week suspension of their account and a note telling them to play nice of go the fuck away.
But that's me. I see the drain of time and resources spent protecting and pandering to these parasites and it saddens me. I came here to get help with my writing and hopefully return the favour. I have received a lot of great critique and have given competent critique in return. Those who are here to become better writers understand that critique can sometimes not be pleasant but that does not mean it is unjustified.
But I do have a solution to all the people who need to feel victimized and meet any suggestion that their work may need improvement with shouts of harassment or racism or sexism or what-the-fuck-ever..
It's all my fault.
I am responsible for all the ills you are suffering. I am the cause of all your discomfort. I am the reason your writing sucks ass, and not in a good way.
Not only that, but I am ecstatic about my role. I am giddy that I have been able to accomplish this. I am nearly speechless with ecstasy.
Not only that, but I plan, through my nefarious ways, to exponentially increase the problems and harassment you are convinced you are receiving.
And I plan to enjoy it.
Have a nice day!
To put it mildly:
When the fuck did offering competent critique on a poem become harassment?
OK, maybe not so mildly.
For the record folks, since there still may some confusion:
- I don't care how old you are
- I don't care how victimized you need to feel
- I don't care about your melanin level
- I don't care about how much money you make
- I don't care about your level of education
- I don't care about your level of ability
- I don't care about how smart you think you are
- I don't care about how smart you actually are
- I don't care about your ego
- I don't care about feelings
So, what do I care about?
- I care that you are here to get better at writing (gee, so am I)
And that's it. If you are here to get better at writing then I will work with you in any capacity I am able.
There have always been parasites at Neopoet.com, the people who are here to be praised and who some misguided folks feel a need to "protect" from actual critique and I have nothing but contempt for the parasites. That the vast majority of them are poor writers with an inflated sense of self-worth and a predisposition of claiming persecution really is not surprise.
They are perfect, they are misunderstood, they are here to show us their greatness.
Bull-fucking-shit.
They are moronic twits and if I offend them then I have done a good karma deed because they suck the life from a site and move it, not toward mediocrity, but toward abject and embarrassing self-indulgence and abasement.
Neopoet.com is not a publicly owned site, it is a private site and membership is not guaranteed. Had I my druthers anyone who complained about receiving competent critique or who wrongfully claimed persecution would get a one (1) week suspension of their account and a note telling them to play nice of go the fuck away.
But that's me. I see the drain of time and resources spent protecting and pandering to these parasites and it saddens me. I came here to get help with my writing and hopefully return the favour. I have received a lot of great critique and have given competent critique in return. Those who are here to become better writers understand that critique can sometimes not be pleasant but that does not mean it is unjustified.
But I do have a solution to all the people who need to feel victimized and meet any suggestion that their work may need improvement with shouts of harassment or racism or sexism or what-the-fuck-ever..
It's all my fault.
I am responsible for all the ills you are suffering. I am the cause of all your discomfort. I am the reason your writing sucks ass, and not in a good way.
Not only that, but I am ecstatic about my role. I am giddy that I have been able to accomplish this. I am nearly speechless with ecstasy.
Not only that, but I plan, through my nefarious ways, to exponentially increase the problems and harassment you are convinced you are receiving.
And I plan to enjoy it.
Have a nice day!