I've just been over catching up on the Yarn Harlot, and read one of her posts defending herself and her co-organiser in the aftermath of Sock Summit registration day.
First of all, I think the post was totally unnecessary. All the wounded feelings and dignified explanations are more appropriate on a low-profile forum - the YH is anything but. Once you are on the NY Times bestseller list for your knitting books, and you are organising an internationally-heralded four-day conference with thousands of registrants and hundreds of thousands asking for email updates, you are in the kind of league where you WILL get some negative feedback and: baby, by now you should be able to deal. There's no need to fish your readership for soothing affirmation.
The post isn't what really got up my nose, though. I browsed the comments for a bit and a few things struck me. You know what really pisses me off about the blogiverse? When people say things like this:
...we have managed to raise a society of selfish, self-centered, rude and agressive people who think the sun rises and sets on them.
...might be that time of the month too (I'm just saying)
I would have told all the nasty pasties to shove their needles where the sun don't shine.
It's impossible not to let mean, vicious comments hurt, but try to think about what wretched lives those writers must lead. How else to explain their vitriol?
I hope they feel deep shame and embarrassment for their deplorable behavior. Stephanie, take heart. You have many supporters and friends..many more than those hateful people will ever have.
And to all those slinging abuse in the comments section, an extreme 'Pot and kettle, much?' The irony is simply reeking.
Then there are the ones who love to show how mature and gracious they are by writing things like this:
Send me the names of the meanies and I'll totally go tangle their stashes (after I've sifted out some goodies as due recompense on your behalf!).
Some people are selfish and bitter when they don't get what they want. Those are the mentally ill ones. I feel badly for their poor families. ["Mentally ill"? Seriously?]
For all those rotten people who sent you hate mail:
May their mohair and laceweight yarns be forever tangled beyond recovery.
May their entire stash of wools be eaten by pesticide-resistant moths.
May the rest of their yarn be inundated by a sewer overflow.
May all of their dpns break, two at a time, forever.
Steph, Tina: May the rude emailers never get their heels to look right. May they miscount stitches, and may they miscount cables and lose their Lantern Moons. May their cats pee in their quiviut stashes; a pox of moths upon their fiber rooms.
Which is an interesting sentiment, especially with all the warnings floating around:
For those of you who are spreading hate - Karma. KARMA.
I hope karma swings around sooner rather than later and whacks the freakouts upside the head(s) with a large sack of perspective.
And here I'd like to remark that karma, as a concept, is maybe the most tiresome, imagination-sucking, passive-aggressive thing that has ever happened to us a society.
Plus there's this hilarious thing where people are forever sighing about "karma", but only as payback that's bound to happen to someone they don't like, and never as something that is HAPPENING TO THEM BECAUSE OF SOMETHING THEY DID. If "karma" rules apply, then Steph and Tina must have done something terrible in a former life.
To use another tiresome, passive-aggressive, hackneyed comment-speak, "Just sayin'."
I could go on and on - trust me - but as far as expressing my sentiments, I believe this person, the 765th-ish commenter and the victim of a simple typo, said it best:
You likely won't get to read this vomment, and that's ok.