Gratitude: A Radical Reaction To Blog Commenters Who Hate Your Guts

The first time I saw him rub his chest as if he felt warm and loved all over, I had just said this: “F*ck you. You’ve never given me any help. Gary Condit was nicer to Chandra Levy than you are to me. I hate you.”

He sat there rubbing his chest and smiling at me as if I’d just said something that a) made sense and b) he was grateful  for.

“Why are you rubbing your chest like that?”  WTF was wrong with him? I had just insinuated that he was meaner than a murderer (because I was still under the impression that Senator Condit was involved in Ms. Levy’s murder.  HE WAS CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES, so please don’t sue me.)

His answer has taken me years– almost eleven for those of you who care about numbers (and don’t get me f*cking started on The Children’s Place t-shirt that celebrates a fictitious cultural assumption that girls don’t care about math because they are busy putting on lipstick)– to understand.

All those years of pricey sessions and health care expense forms to understand the riddle: Why does my therapist rub his chest gratefully when I hurl vituperative accusations at him?

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What it took was a handful of comments on a post I wrote for me get it.

The subject of the post concerned my relationship with my nanny whose religious practices include fasting from sunrise to sunset for thirty days during Ramadan.

My post betrayed my ignorance, which, if you are a regular reader of this blog, you know is hard to hide.  I didn’t know how bodies adapted to the fasting during the long summer days and my ignorance led to concern about health and safety.  (Honestly, how could I know that since I’ve never done it?  I understand Ramadan fasting only slightly less than I understand Mormon missionary work, Jewish mikvahs, or the Hindu Kartika Shudda Padyami.)

As an experiment to test my mental health, I decided to “check out the comments” on that post.  I failed the test.  My palms grew sweaty when I read comments from people who were insulted that I would intimate that Muslims were unable to care for children during Ramadan.  My gut clenched and zoomed to my chest as I realized how insulting my words were to legions of women who care for children every year while fasting.

Then, my whole body started to shake when I read what people had to say about the fact I have a nanny at all.  Those sentiments were so foreign to my way of thinking that I laughed out loud– that nervous laugh that I do when I am shocked beyond tears.  Maybe you have an ugly cry; I have an ugly laugh that’s fueled by fear and indignation and incredulity. And shame.

All parts of my body reacted– I couldn’t stop my legs from jangling in my chair, my mouth was dry as I compulsively stuffed pieces of bubblemint gum into it.  I called friends to ask them if I was a horrible person either because (1) I didn’t understand aspects of Muslim culture and had the gall to write about it, or (2) because I worked outside of the home and employed a nanny to “raise my kids for me.”

The people I imposed upon to give me their opinions gave me a range of responses.  Unanimous was the notion that I should stop reading comments because they were making me more neurotic than normal.  Half the people helped me see how a reader could be offended. Other people expressed surprise that I would touch the subject at all.

Gaining insight was useful, but I couldn’t un-read the comments. Their contents have rattled inside me for the past two weeks.  You don’t love your children.  You’re offensive to Muslims.  Stop patting yourself on the back for being open-minded enough to hire a nanny from North Africa.  STFU, lady.

This morning I thought of my therapist and his annoying chest rub thing.  Could that gesture help me here? Could I be grateful?

I rubbed my chest and experimented with being thankful for all the comments.  Thank you for paying attention to me.  Hmmm.  That seemed like a way of looking at it, even though I didn’t love being called out for not loving my children.  Thank you for engaging in the conversation.  That worked too.  I rubbed some more, hoping that the people who can see into my office don’t think I’m copping a feel on myself.

Thank you for touching my heart.

Thank you for reminding me how I want to act on the Internet and in my life.

Thank you for scaring the sh*t out of me with your crazy ass comments and reminding me to stop reading them.

Thank you for the invitation to search my heart for meaning.

Thank you for pointing me towards a better understanding of the world around me.

Thank you for taking the time to let me know you were offended.

Thank you for remaining anonymous so I could think about  bravery and courage.

Thank you for guiding me to a deeper conversation with my nanny and her family members about their faith, mine and how we can better love each other.

Damn if it isn’t working. I’m feeling grateful for all of them.


146 thoughts on “Gratitude: A Radical Reaction To Blog Commenters Who Hate Your Guts

  1. Yeah, comments sections are a scary, scary place. Glad you found your gratitude because otherwise they can just suck away your soul (and by yours I mean, anyone’s who has ever written a piece and published it on the internet for the masses). Jewish mikvahs are a really cool thing. If you ever fund yourself hungering for some random knowledge about a pretty esoteric, but super interesting subject, check out some of the things that have been written about them.

  2. I’ve only had a few negative comments, which shocks me what with all the crap I write about fat people and dumbshits. Certain topics seem to set people off no matter how delicate you try to be and I guess religion is one of them. Good for you for having a nanny, you snooty bitch! Lol.

    • I would never touch fat people or dumbshits, because well, you gotta love your own kind. I’m going to leave some negative comments so you can flex your spiritual muscles.

      • Most recently, a 15 year old girl bashed one of my posts because she suggested that I insinuated she was a whore. Her parents let her boyfriend and her screw in their house so they’re more enlightened than me or something like that. It takes all kinds!

      • No, no, no NO. I did NOT just read this comment made by yourself on a self-love and gratitude post? NO. Unacceptable.

        Ick, now I’m all worried that I’m shaming you. No shame, only shedding light. Please be kind and gentle to yourself. I love you.

        Now I sound like a man who beats his wife and says sorry. I don’t know how to do this, but I can’t watch you be mean to yourself. What is wrong with me today? I can’t compose a coherent sentence!

      • I’m not worried about you shaming me. I am open to being shown where I stepped back away from self-love. Because here’s the thing: half the time I don’t know it until I have backed so far away I’m in a different zip code.

      • “I would never touch fat people or dumbshits, because well, you gotta love your own kind.”

        Oh, my god, this is a brilliant comeback. I’m adopting it forthwith.

  3. Wow, I just went and read some of those comments. They are like all internet comments – people’s anonymous soapbox to spout whatever crap they would never say to your face. Some brilliant PhD student should write a thesis on how internet comments are a magnifying glass revealing people’s prejudices, fears, insecurities, and baser human instincts.

    Anyway. The post, like you said, betrayed your ignorance. But it also revealed that you were working with a limited frame of reference (which I share – I have passed out from dehydration before, so it’s hard for me to imagine how someone could make it 16 hours on a hot day). It also revealed that you were trying to understand, which many of the commenters give you get no credit for, but I do. How can you understand unless you ask questions? You just happened to ask them publicly, and people jumped on you because it’s a touchy subject.

    • I suppose there is a valid argument to figuring things out loud on the internet in front of the whole damn world. I just didn’t know what I’d stepped into with that piece. Now I know and next time I can make an informed or more informed decision.

  4. You have a nanny, I have a preschool/day care that does the exact same damn thing – it lets me keep my sanity by interacting with other adults, then I go home and spend the evening with my kids.

    • Sounds logical to me. And I know it works for us. The question for me is why I let someone anonymous or unknown to me make me question my whole life strategy. That’s something I should think long and hard about because really? I can trust myself most of the time and my husband all of time and we made that decision together so why did I let the interwebs take me down?

      • Maybe because we all want to fit it – whether it’s with the “cool kids” in school or strangers on the internet. We don’t really know that much about either one, really.

      • Outlawmama – That is an excellent question – “why do I let someone anonymous or unknown to me make me question my whole life strategy?” I struggle with that, too. For me, it’s not about the person doing the asking. It’s about the fact that I analyze and second-guess everything in my life, and it takes forever for me to make big decisions because I’m afraid I’ll make a bad choice. So when ANYONE expresses strong opinions in the other direction, it takes me back to that place where I myself wasn’t sure, and then the old analysis wheels start turning again.

        In some ways I’m grateful that my being a working mom is not a choice, financially speaking, for our family. Because if it were, I’m sure I would have analyzed it to death, and I’d be a lot more susceptible to people questioning it. As it is, I can just think, “Fuck them, they don’t know anything about my circumstances.” Which is what I should be saying even when it IS my choice.

      • Exactly. Deep down it’s like an insecurity about my choices and I feel more comfortable when I know I am doing X,Y,X because it’s what my family needs. It makes me want to be stronger within myself, which is a worthy goal, I think.

  5. Friends don’t let friends read internet comments. Tis a rule and a law. (And yet, I went over to read a few in commisseration and HOLYSHITSNACKS there’s a lotta crazy over there).

    Please. You’re on year 3, you trust your nanny but you also worry about her. To me, it’s clear that you want to know more about how her body fares during this time, not that you were screaming to the interwebs about how she might let something befall your kids because she was too weak from lack of food and water to chase down the kidnapper. You know yourself and your reasons and your heart. Write for yourself and let the comments see the curve of your ass as you walk away from them.

    • Love this! I wanna borrow your cute shoes to walk away in. Just sayin.

      And you’re right, I love her and she happens to have a practice that I don’t understand that also concerns — at times– neurotic old me. I know what’s in my heart and I stand by that. And no more reading comments because OMG they are so scary, even if I can come to gratitude for them. Eventually.

  6. That’s rough. Negative comments can be helpful, yes. But man they hurt too. I have a bad habit of getting sucked into yelling fests on controversial posts as a spectator. I think it’s because I’m amazed by the level of commitment commenters have to being angry / negative / calling people out. It’s not just: “You might find it useful to read this link about fasting, Ramadan, and parenting” it’s “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MUSLIMS?!11!!!!!” It makes me wonder if there’s a whole subset of the population for whom getting ragey is a favorite hobby. Like bowling or Star Trek conventions but with more burst eyeball vessels.

    • It’s like there this false expectation that we have to all be nice, which means we can never be confused or ever say anything about which we have questions or reservations or just plain don’t know. People love their rage.

  7. The other day my therapist and I were talking about judgment and how I feel like someone is judging me, and she said, “When you think you’re being judged, be nice to yourself. Use a different word. You’re not being judged; you’re being assessed. And, we all make assessments, all the time, about everyone and everything. It doesn’t mean our assessments are some kind of final verdict, or even accurate. They are just assessments of a situation, and someone else’s assessment of you is not any more or less important that your own assessments.” And it helped. Changing the word judge to assess totally changed my brain. Not exactly the same thing, but your post kind of reminded me of it. Sometimes just changing the way we look at things changes the whole game.

    • Totally agree. If I think of those comments as engagments/invitations/attention, then I have to step back and admit those are exactly what I want. Love the “assess” piece.

  8. I really feel for you, and am fully impressed by your decision to take the situation the way you did. Beautifully put. And I think your article was very clear in its perspective: you took ownership of the fact that you worry even though you know you shouldn’t.

    In my blogging life, I have written exactly one post that went viral on a controversial topic ( and it was a hard learning experience. I could not NOT read the comments. Some I could brush off because they were obviously trolls or just wanted to rant without reading; some illustrated my points exactly with their venom; some made comments that were diplomatic and relatively intelligent but negative (those are the worst, in a way). ALL of them gave me anxiety. And I couldn’t help responding, either. Sigh. BUT, I had a few conversations that did seem to go somewhere, with me or the commenter – or both – learning something. So I have to assume that those small bits of enlightenment are worth all the stomach-churning parts, right?

    If it ever happens to me again, I’m going to come back and re-read your post. Give my chest a little rub. 🙂 Bon courage, mama!

  9. Holy boatload of anger over there! But, more importantly, kudos to you for allowing yourself to feel through the emotions of it all. You are definitely a strong cookie for braving the vitriol, I don’t know if I could handle it. And each thank you statement you shared? Wow, that’s some good stuff.

  10. Dude. Comments SLAY me. I can have a million wonderful, soul-affirming comments, and the one nasty one will just cut straight to my heart. I have been told my children are lucky to have me as a mother and I have been told I don’t deserve to have children. Every post I publish on a major site, my husband and I play a game: what will the nasty comments be? Somehow, if I can predict them, it hurts less. It’s the ones I don’t see coming or the ones that are actually articulate that really devastate me.

    You sound very evolved with your chest-rubbing ways, and I agree that there is a certain honor in having been read at all — but I am not where you are yet. There are some posts that I have not read comments at ALL, because I just knew it would be bad. Or I see it going south, so I stop reading them. At first I couldn’t help myself. Now I totally can avoid them. Denial. It’s awesome.

    Good post, Christie.

    • Thank you. And slay is the perfect word. The first time I published on a major site I wasn’t expecting the wrath. I had no idea there was a way to twist my story into something foul and meaningless. I’m sad that I’m jaded now. Oh so jaded. I won’t look again any time soon because it’s all too easy to suck in hate and Shame instead of attaching to all the love.

      It’s so hard.

  11. Well, dang, lady. This is a good way to go with it.
    Gratitude. Nicely played.
    For the record, at least one of the people you called/texted/emailed said, “You are thoughtful and decent and good. The attention will linger and the hate will not.”
    Ignore trolls.

  12. Good post. I’ve had two people make comments that almost shut me down completely. WTF? Why did Iet it get to me? I wasn’t writing about them or even for them. Never again. Haters are going to hate. Stupid people are going to be confused. Prissy Pants and going to prove their prissy pants smartness by trying to correct you. You’ve got a good blog here. Keep blogging and writing whatever you want – all of us reading today are greatful that you are.

  13. I haven’t read that “offensive” post yet. Is there a link? 🙂

    As for the therapist, what a weirdo. Kind of creepy.

    Let’s face it: blogging well and getting some readership means sometimes expressing oneself with a tinge of hyperbole. Wouldn’t you admit that?

    I do feel strongly among racism, etc. and all the problems with lack of awareness. I was involved in volunteer work at the national level for an organization: that’s how strongly I feel about it.

    However for personal blogging, I’m not convinced it’s great use of my energy to insist on my side of the story on the subject: that means I have to deal with the fall-out. Life is too short and there are other ways to inform folks..

    Save your energy. Yes, it always helps to be reminded of one’s tiny unimportance in the universe of understanding.

  14. I always say you’re not really living unless people are talking about you one way or another. To breathe with intention is to offend someone. Better than the alternative.

  15. The majority of people feel VERY comfortable being dicks online. Also, this age of sue everybody also makes it less likely they’ll get punched in the mouth if they’re rude in person (which is what SHOULD happen.) Just know that this is the only voice a lot of these unbalanced people have. They are hurling insults at someone they don’t know. They have no right to judge ANYONE!

  16. I often get sucked into reading comments, and have recently started doing something akin to the thanking you wrote about here. Mostly, I am thankful for the opportunity to see opinions so different from my own that I would never even conceive of people thinking that way. It keeps me from getting stagnant and thinking that I know it all.

  17. Thank you for having the courage to write about something that generates that kind of controversy. I almost always keep my writing light and snarky, or universally touching, so that everybody “likes” me, which is why it was a surprise to get a mean comment at my place today.

    Thanks to you, I won’t get mad or hurt, I’ll just learn from this comment. And what I’ve learned is that there are quite a few a**hats around the interwebz.

  18. I’m a brand new baby to the blogging world, and my topics are much more on the kind of “professional” as opposed to the “personal” end of things. But I know that I would go through the same struggle as you.
    Cheers for your bravery to say what you want and find ways to turn it into a learning experience. That’s what every challenge in life is supposed to do anyway, guide us towards growth.
    This was very well written and very enlightening.
    Keep it up!


  19. Nothing wrong with a post to demonstrate ignorance. “Ignorant” just means you don’t know about something. Posts revealing stupidity, now…sadly there are too many of them. You had the decency to ask questions and educate yourself, but everyone seemed fixated on the inordinate amount of butt-hurt coming from you asking questions.
    Perhaps in the future such individuals might be troubled to ask themselves this: “when someone makes a mistaken observation or asks what seems to be a stupid question and I pop off with insults, I’m answering their question and educating them on my beliefs or persona, but exactly what answer or lesson am I giving them?” But that might require too much thought of the people inclined to make spiteful posts.
    For my two cents, I advise people like that to quit being so thin-skinned because the world is full of pricks like me.
    Keep writing and rocking right along.

  20. Comments can be scary all right, which is why, being the coward that I am, I stay away from writing about confronting issues. If you are being contentious then be ready to displease or offend somebody, somewhere. People who respond aggressively rather than trying to reason with and convince you, don’t believe in your rights and don’t deserve to have their responses posted. So, don’t be afraid to read them, but then, it being your blog, it’s your right to delete them.

  21. quick re: Mormon missionary work– although I did not serve (I am LDS/Mormon myself) my understanding of it is that 18 to 25-year olds have the opportunity to serve others, gain an understanding of life outside their home (more so if they are called to serve outside their country), and to more actively learn and internalize what their faith and belief means to them.

    p.s. congrats on being Freshly Pressed, which is how I came here

  22. I may have whooped out loud when I saw this on the FP page. So proud of you, and the fact that you write posts that inspire reactions from people is a goal of mine on its own. I like your take on this. And again, putting your writing out there in spaces where people have no problem leaving hateful comments is brave. Now, limit your intake of the criticism, please, because you are fabulous.

  23. Wow. I just started my own first blog and this was a good post for me to read and be aware of. I better be careful what I say, as I don’t want to put myself in an unexpected situation that might make me more neurotic that I already am, if that’s even possible 🙂 I like that you were thoughtful about things and yet obviously kept your sense of humor through it all. Seems to me you handled the situation well.

  24. Well on a positive note negative comments make you learn, much like mistakes in life. If everyone agreed with everything you said in your blog the world wouldnt be as interesting 😉 And the fact that you can deal with them is impressive, good on you!

  25. I do welcome and encourage comments at my place, but it’s true I don’t often write about subjects that upset people. On those occasions where I do use the blog as a space to work out my shit, a perfectly valid choice, I have to expect it might attract other people’s shit – or inspire their better nature.

    I guess I’m trying to say that when you display your own vulnerabilities, some people will react with compassion and understanding, and others will react as a way of indicating that they are also hurting, and in need. Some are in a place where they can hug you. Some will hear your crying and start crying themselves. It’s a process you can use for your own growth, though the learning can itself be temporarily painful. That’s what I got out of the article, what I liked best.

  26. Congrats on being Freshly Pressed! Great post. I often am so disgusted by the haters and the vitriol in some of the best blogs I read. You can inform people and present a different point of view without the anger and without the really nasty, hateful language. It just takes a little respect.

  27. I wish I ever got negative comments. Nobody reads my damn blog, but then it’s only one week old yet.

    It’s hard to deal with people who say nasty things about you on the internet. I guess you just have to either fire back at them or ignore them – like you said. It’s not worth it reasoning with people who act on a kneejerk reaction. I actually fasted this Ramadan and I know a few people who have questioned my choice for health reasons. I can’t see any reason to get angry with them; I just say that it’s my choice and I’m feeling fine, thanks.

    I do like having anonymity online, though. Otherwise I’d never feel comfortable writing about some subjects.

  28. I am wondering aloud if blogging is like riding a motorbike, in that, at some point you are guaranteed to be in an accident or inadvertently offend someone. How bad? No one knows. You have to wait until it happens. We lived overseas in SE ASIA for almost 15 years. During that time, we employed Amahs. In Bangkok, we paid more than a local teacher earned. Just saying.

  29. In all relationships there are, at times, hurt feelings. That’s true of our closest relationships & for relationships like blogger-reader. All you can do is be honest & compassionate. In my little, personal opinion. That’s the absolute best we can do as humans. You were honest about your feelings of concern. You were concerned. Those feelings were valid. Whether there was a risk or not doesn’t make your feelings of concern any more or less right or wrong. And you’re obviously compassionate towards the feelings of others as they’ve had their reactions to your post.

    So I think it’s all ok. You’re a good person. You’re a good mother. I know I don’t have to tell you that having a nanny has nothing to do with what kind of a mother you are. I’m sure attacking your mothering was just something someone whose feelings were hurt said to be hurtful. You’re a good person Christie.

  30. I make educational videos on YouTube for Socratica, and you would not BELIEVE the kind of comments these videos get. I guess it’s the highly emotionally-charged subject matter of…chemistry…biology…geometry. Hoooooeeeey! Makes me want to throw around a few misogynistic and obscene phrases just thinking about them! I’m always tempted to just turn comments OFF altogether, but it’s tricky – we want to be able to connect with our viewers. So we are left with constant vigilance, cleaning up after these people.
    Sorry to hear about your readers’ outrage over what you wrote.
    Here were my thoughts on my blog:

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  32. Leaving a nasty comment helps no one. It is possible to be offended and then offer up a respectfully disagreeing comment. I saw some of those, explaining why they were offended, giving information to help understand the practice. That is helpful. I’m glad you were able to take something useful from the experience.

    It’s normal to have concerns when we don’t understand. How many time do I think, “I could never do that.” about one situation or another. But the truth is when it’s what you know, or what you have to do, or is your custom and how you were raised, you just do. Those who offered information to help you understand, even if they were mad at the time, were doing what we all need to do – offer up understanding, compassion, and assistance to bring us all together.

    And clearly, those who were all yelly in the comments don’t know YOU. YOU are kind, caring, compassionate, and you love your children fiercely. One blog post doesn’t sum up a whole person.

    We’re all just trying to get through. Kindness and compassion, even when we feel hurt by others, really does go a long way in making the world a better place.

    • I had a long talk with my nanny and her family members about this. They told me that they start practicing fasting when they are 8 or 9. They train their bodies, plus they have the support of the whole community and spiritual conviction. I’ve learned so much!

  33. Comment sections are a scary place to go! I recently made an innocent comment on someones blog and the response was an almighty blast of you’re wrong and I’m right. I felt like telling her that I wished I had never said anything in the first place! Nice blog BTW 🙂

  34. Weirdly whenever I get stressed my chest feels kinda tight and achey, so I subconsciously rub it while I freak out. Maybe that’s what your therapist was doing?? 🙂

  35. I am so scared to touch on certain subjects, even though I feel strongly about them, just because I don’t want to read a negative comment! But isn’t that they beauty of the internet-the anonymity of it? So what should I care, right? But some of the things I want to write about would include my mother, who lives next door, so I guess I better just stay away from that, huh?

  36. I like your strategy. I might not actually post a response like that – I moderate the comments on my blog, and I usually delete the ones that aren’t anything but nastiness – but thinking about the comment’s author that way is probably more constructive than just getting mad at them.

    • Gratefully, I’ve never had it on my personal blog. I think I’d delete those if they showed up here. This is my sacred little corner and while I may use the F word on occasion, I don’t do nastiness to others and hope it never shows up here.

  37. As a Muslim woman I would say that people leaving you nasty comments are idiots, course there are those out there who don’t know about Ramadan and what that entails, that doesn’t mean they should recieve abuse for being curious enough to find out. I made the mistake of reading comments when I used to write on another site, some of the worst would tell me to go and kill myself. The best thing I’ve found is to laugh it off and use it as a learning experience.

  38. Great post. I’ve just recently started thanking negative commenters for taking the time to write. I always acknowledge comments, or try to. The only comments I don’t approve are those trying to sell something! Pure spam if you will!

  39. That is just so awesome – finding the blessing in the nightmare. Thank you for reminding me that I can do the same. I think I will use the technique and, hell, if someone thinks I’m copping a feel….let em! 😉

  40. “What other people think of us is none of our business.” Love that poster/bumper sticker/whatever. Not always easy to live, but good advice!

  41. Loved this post. It took me a long time (and to be honest, I’m still coping with it) to get used to negative comments from people on the internet, especially on Twitter. How could people be so VICIOUS in 140 characters or less, and to someone they didn’t even know?

    You’re absolutely right: comments, whether negative or positive, are of value. You’ve engaged someone, you’ve evoked emotion – you’ve said something that made someone stop long enough to type a response. I might need to bookmark this post for the next time I’m feeling like a butthurt crybaby.

  42. That is a good way to see the silver lining! Sometimes commenters have a point, but sometimes they are loony and you have to take their thoughts with a grain of salt. Since you don’t know them, it is hard to know whether their opinion carries water or not. When people you know make comments, you can say, “Wow, that must be true because you are a grounded level-headed person” or, “I don’t care what you say because your opinions are always ridiculous and unfounded.” To the people who dared tell you you don’t love your kids because you have a nanny….. at least you know those are coming from the loony ridiculous bunch, because that is an absurd assertion.

  43. I got all sweatypits just from reading the first 3 comments on the post and had to stop. I’m glad you are finding peace with it. Unfortunately the haters and judgers are what we sign up for when we publish for the masses. Still proud of you, still heart you.

  44. Personally, I tend to read negative and positive comments with the same mind set, The Scientific Method mindset :). I tend to view the abundance of views for ALL possible causes both against and for as a proof humanity will never be dominated by any of those wanna-be world dictators, seeing as there are too many views in the world to ever be able to make us shut the hell up !

    I like the post, but I believe it’s a better idea to read comments for what they are, a reaction by complete strangers (most of the time) to information that either rubs them the right way or against their grain.
    As long as you don’t let it get to you head ( AKA, judge that because they leave negative comments, you must be Evil, incompetent, or stupid) and take comfort from the fact that you were ignorant before and now know more than you did, even if what you know is that religion is not to be trifled with at close quarters, or that what you knew before wasn’t worth a shit.

    Just my dollar (because with the amount written, I think it’s just a bit too large for the expression ”just my cent/penny of thought’).


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