This one's for you, YOUMAKEMESICK.
I try not to engage the trolls, but the latest rash of negativity is getting me down. Historically, when I am bummed out by my blog, I avoid it for a few days, but as you may know, that is no longer an option for me. I am committed, people.
Apparently I have angered some people with my "donate" button. (And I agree with the comments that "donate" is a misleading term, and implies that I need a kidney. I mean, I would love an extra kidney, just as a backup, but need is overstating the matter. I would prefer calling it "tips" or some such, but the button belongs to PayPal. Maybe I could design my own? This is outside my sphere of knowledge. I am but a humble wordsmith.) (Wow, could that have been a longer aside? I don't think so.) I know that they're angry because they’ve used words like "bitch" and "whore," and people don't generally call you these things when they're pleased with you.
At first I was amused by the sad people who have nothing better to do than hurl invective at the Internet. But the comments accumulated, and now I'm cranky. Given that donations (tips, contributions, whatever) are strictly optional, that I am demanding exactly nothing but rather providing an opportunity for those who want to contribute to do so, I think the anger directed at the idea of donating is an excuse. An excuse to spit at "stupid mommybloggers" who dare to think that their "useless blogs" (actual quotes, dear readers!) are worth anything. If you have that much contempt for me and my ilk, why are you here? Move along, sir or madam; there's plenty of porn or celebrity gossip out there you could enjoy instead. You know: real content that deserves money.
It can't just be about the idea of donating. To paraphrase my friend Kyran, I doubt that you routinely kick over open guitar cases on the sidewalk, or fling piano-top brandy snifters against the wall.
Although maybe you do. The next time I see someone on the street, punching his hand through a top hat while a mime silently weeps, I'll say hi.










December 5, 2007
Reader Comments (137)
Maybe that's not the right kind of comment.
Nothing interests me more than the way blogs prompt envy. It's like: I AM NOT HAPPY. WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? Oh, you said you weren't happy. WELL WHY DOES EVERYONE ELSE CARE ABOUT YOUR UNHAPPINESS AND NOT MINE.
A: When it comes to Alice they care because Alice's unhappiness is FUNNY. Um, I mean, you make it funny!
We are all alone in this universe and then we think someone else isn't alone because she has readers who give her money and that makes us mad. That's my explanation, anyway. Your tip jar reminds them of their ultimate insignificance.
I hate to be redundant but if you don't like it then don't read it. The end.
Also - and apropos of nothing else - I had a shit of a time on the NJ Turnpike the other day and thought of you.
I admit that I haven't clicked on the Donate button yet, but given the enjoyment I get out of your writing, I really should and in a fit of holiday generosity perhaps I will.
:)
I do, and by gum! it seems to work wonders in those - shall we say - sticky situations.
I have had a "support Schmutzie" link and advertising forever, only I think no one's noticed, so I'm safe (and poor).
People get weird about other people getting paid for doing something they actually enjoy, as though payment should only be meted out when what you are doing sucks the pleasure out of the room.