Mean As A Junkyard Cat
I often wonder what makes some people mean. Mean and nasty. Some years back, I had the most unfortunate bad luck to work with someone like that. She picked on people any way she could.
To adopt a comedian’s line: She would stab you in the back in front of your face, and spit in your face behind your back.
If kindness were poison, she would live a long, long life. I never understood what made her such a mean person. Nor did I understand a person I worked with at another place, who kept a grudge list that was as long as Santa’s list at the North Pole.
I am on some professional media message boards; radio, tv, newspaper. The sort of things I am involved in on a daily basis. They are good for keeping up with the industry and, as all but one are local, are also the equivalent of gossiping around the water cooler.
But since the vast majority of people post anonymously, the claws come out often and you post at your own risk. Too many of these un-named people are just so nasty. It’s as if being anonymous and posting on a message board is like spraying graffiti on a building.
You rush out at night from behind a bush, write your nasty comments, then run for cover so you can’t be caught and take responsibility. Pity.
To adopt a comedian’s line: She would stab you in the back in front of your face, and spit in your face behind your back.
If kindness were poison, she would live a long, long life. I never understood what made her such a mean person. Nor did I understand a person I worked with at another place, who kept a grudge list that was as long as Santa’s list at the North Pole.
I am on some professional media message boards; radio, tv, newspaper. The sort of things I am involved in on a daily basis. They are good for keeping up with the industry and, as all but one are local, are also the equivalent of gossiping around the water cooler.
But since the vast majority of people post anonymously, the claws come out often and you post at your own risk. Too many of these un-named people are just so nasty. It’s as if being anonymous and posting on a message board is like spraying graffiti on a building.
You rush out at night from behind a bush, write your nasty comments, then run for cover so you can’t be caught and take responsibility. Pity.
posted by Tom Carten at 4:40 PM
3 Comments:
Sniff, Sniff , waaaaaaaaaaah!
But since the vast majority of people post anonymously, the claws come out often and you post at your own risk. Too many of these un-named people are just so nasty. It’s as if being anonymous and posting on a message board is like spraying graffiti on a building.
People think it's anonynous. But they tell a little about themselves. Then, over time, a little more, and very soon someone runs the info through a search engine, and voila! name, address, and phone number!
I post anonymously only because I can't get the darned thing to work any other way. LOL.
Josh Vail, Suffolk Co. L.I. & Québec, Canada.
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