Fuck politeness, yo! This shit’s going to keep. It. Real.
Woops, I mean …
There once was a time when I was a blogging amateur, this once is no more. I am now properly enmeshed into this process of publicly propositioning my weird-crazy for the world to peruse, a blogging professional. I mean, I have spent an entire three months lazily swimming through blogs that have tickled my fancy swank, written almost 100 posts, and bought a customised template to showcase the relatively bizarre patterns of thought, forming, mutating, collapsing and repeating within the confines of a skull that has, for the most part, caused my physical being chronic, garbled grievance.
And so, now that I have adequately familiarised myself with this cyber-world of verbose abstraction known as blogging, I would like to have my say on …
DEN. DEN. DEN.
Commending Etiquette
Here is my critique on the world of commenting etiquette, as it is commonly known, at least through my perception, here at WordPress.
First and foremost, make sure that your comment is polite and considerate. An impolite/offensive comment won’t help you to build an audience.
Fuck that!
What does that even mean? I’m sure that, at some stage or another, my words have been construed offensively or as being charged with impoliteness, when in reality I meant them as a compliment. Who decides this? Intentions do not = reception. And regardless of this slippery slope that is communication, I reckon, write whatever you want. You want to tell me to go and fuck myself, be my guest, honey badger don’t give a shit!
Ensure that your comment is related to the post.
Hmm, okay. I can try and do that. But my actions, thoughts and writings are usually governed by a fantastical whim, often leading me down tangent lane. The comments are therefore, both and at once, related to the post, and not at all related to the post. And again, how loosely or tightly my comments are tied to the post by the blogger’s perception of them is not a feat I’ve any control over.
Oh well.
Don’t explicitly self-promote your blog. If you’ve set up your blog properly, it will provide a link back to your work; keep your comment about the post, and the post only.
No, that’s bullshit, don’t listen to this piece of advice.
If you want to provide a link to your work in the comments section, by all means do so. I, for one, encourage it. You want to know why?
Why Rob?
Well, because it means that I’m able to filter out the people who I probably wouldn’t want to have cyber-conversations with. Your commenting is in and of itself, at least partially, evidence that you’re trying to build an audience. I get that already. If that’s the sole reason you’re commenting, and so you feel disposed to make this apparent, then please do so. It will indelibly make it known that we probably shouldn’t be cyber-friends. I’d, in all honesty, appreciate that foresight.
Contain your comment. Make sure that it’s not that long; if you feel it relates to something you’ve already written on, sum up your thoughts in a couple of sentences and then maybe provide a link to your post to start a discussion.
Umm, what if I like to pee in other people’s houses? And what if they actually enjoy my wistful streams of urination in their abodes?
And doesn’t this clash with the aforementioned rule of etiquette, don’t shamelessly link back to your own work?
Whatever.
Be sincere when you comment.
This is an oxy-moron.
How can one sincerely be sincere when one’s doing so because they’ve been told that it is proper to do so?
And further to that; who the fuck is really that sincere anyway?
Maybe the reason that we’re all so insincere is because we’re pressured into being sincere by people who are quite blindly unaware to what true sincerity means, and so claim that one must necessarily be sincere?
I sincerely think so.
Make sure that you read the post in full, and if you’re inclined to disagree in part with what you’ve read, ensure to also offer some positive feedback. Honey catches more bees than vinegar.
Umm, doesn’t this clash with the guidance, be sincere?
Stop telling me what to do?! It’s fucking confusing.
Just be yourself.
What if I’m a genuinely insincere, disagreeable, shamelessly self-promoting asshole, who likes to rant on irrelevant topics, loquaciously, in spaces that have been provided by the commenting sections of other bloggers? What if that’s just who I am? What do I do then?
Fuck!
Final words:
Social politeness is a load of hooey!
It means nothing. Manners, proper etiquette and meeting social expectations, in whatever form, is a convoluted concoction contrived by overly sensitive people who adore order and prescient knowledge of what should, in an idealistic world, follow accordingly.
And hey, this is coming from someone who utterly despises confrontation in any form, and who can be wounded for days by the most trivial comment.
Point is, if you don’t like what someone’s commented, then fucking delete it. It’s very simple. You have a lot of control over your blog.
Instead of telling others how to behave when in your cyber-house, why not just consider that you have the ability to edit, subvert or simply ignore this behaviour? But hey, if telling others what to do is your thing, whatever, Trevor.
Humans-are-bloggers. And blogging is fun. That’s all.




So anyway, there I was making some chicken soup and who do you think rang the doorbell? That’s right—it was him! Just a minute Marge, I have to key in a comment here for Robert…
Loved your post Robert. It’s so fucking true!
Okay Marge, I’m back. Marge? Marge? Hello Marge…?
…You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.
Is that you Marge?
This right here made me giggle to myself at 2:21 in the morning
Damnit, I am always polite!
That’s okay. Whatever you like. And yes, from my observations, you are always polite. A little secret: I usually am, too. And by usually I mean always. But that’s just me, and apparently you .. shall we go to a zoo? I don’t know who, would ever suggest such a stew. What the fuck am I saying? Sorry. No I’m not.
Great minds think alike. My post tomorrow is about how to be a successful blogger.
I am burdened by the fact that your blog doesn’t offer a follow button, which means that I’m often too lazy to stalk you. Is this remediable?
LOL two things. One I forgot tomorrow is Friday so I have to save this one for Saturday. Next yes, you can follow be email or facebook. Some people get it on their feed and others don’t. Don’t ask me why. I have no clue. The email subscription is on the right hand column.
…Today is Friday. What is this wizardry? *Time is relative, asshole* What, who said that? Where are you, voice in my head. Umm, okay.
I am, for lack of a lesser word, an unobservant, twaddleberry. Granted, that’s not a word. And also, I’m not sure if receiving email notifications would really aid my followingness. But I shall give it a shot.
Awww that is a bummer. Well I don’t know then.
After reading this post in full….I agree. But in an effort to appease the masses (and prevent you from being wounded for days), I will offer a bit of that elusive sincerity. I have a handful of blogs I follow, and even fewer that I take time to interact with. I am terrible at this game, I know, but I can’t bring myself to build relationships with people I don’t enjoy. I write a blog about parenting a severely autistic child- so clearly, I don’t hang around here for self promotion
I like the way you think, so I read your posts and comment whenever they trigger that part of me that tends to ramble….and they often do. The point being that in this blogging world of insincerity, I give you this one moment of true sincerity. But, you know, fuck you if you start requiring it of me.
Oh. Em. Gee. You said “f*^$3″ in your comment. I am outraged. Genuinely outraged. I can’t believe you would find the audacity to use such vulgar language in my home. Wash your mouth out with soap, woman, and throw rice in the sky to repent.
I, as the man behind the blog, am very glad that you have taken to interacting with the words that I, the man behind the blog, portray through this abstracted platform. I enjoy seeing the ghostly and adorable little gravatar often popping up in my comment sections so often.
And also, through the adopted perspective of my mother, can imagine how difficult it must be to raise a child with a mental … different-order, and commend you for doing so with such candour.
Rest assured, I require nothing other than water, air, food, and infrequent cuddles.
I read the whole post, but who is Trevor? Gave me a laugh, and sure I’ll follow you just because I have read so much other dribble that I cannot even make it to the second paragraph. Thanks.
Well thanks there, Mr Bill. I’m glad someone could make it all the way through; I, for one, struggled to re-read the words I’d written. Write and let go. Or, is that love and let go. Whatever.
As for Trevor; I’m an Australian. We are an odd species. Whatever, Trevor is a colloquialism that means less than absolutely nothing, which could then technically mean an infinite amount of things, given the quantum field. Ergh.
And thanks for the “follow.” You may or may not regret your decision. Granted, it is easily reversible. So meh, I guess.
My best mate is an Aussie. I live with 9 of them. I always thought they were just calling me Trevor because I looked like a boy. (Although Trevor is a man name, not a boy name. Can you envisage a toddler called Trevor? It just doesn’t work. Like an 80 year old woman called Candy. Nope).
But you guys do have some of the best expressions. My two favourites: flat out like a lizard drinking, and going off like a frog in a sock. Say it like it is, my Antipodean friend.
And you’ll note that this comment has nothing to do with the post. It simply enabled my moments of rambling whimsy a space in which to unravel themselves. You pointed me in the direction of Tangent Lane but I got lost in Aside Crescent.
Unfortunately I am being sincere in liking most Australians. Kiwis on the other hand…hmm. You can follow my blog, if you want, but no wukkas if you’re too lazy to do so; it’s not as funny as yours. I’m working on it. Still new to this blogging thing. Clearly, if I’m commenting on a post that’s three months old. Just keeping you on your toes.
I got a nice little nugget of a basically FUCK YOU comment today … it made me happier than a gay guy in ‘francisco.
You got a FUCK YOU comment? Portrayed in a non-sleazy, but malicious way? What the shit? What sort of Cruella De Vil-esque character would hate on the one and only loony?
I definitely don’t write to build an audience…expressing whatever little shit I have to say is highly satisfactory for me. My blogs suck… But I keep doing it cuz it fulfills a creative urge to express myself.
Rob, I’m so glad you were nominated for that cool blog award. Yours is the only one I (have time and interest to) read. Thanks for blogging!
Haha the cool, blog award; this is a description I can delve into.
Yes, expressing the shit buried within is the only form of satisfaction I derive from blogging, also. There’s not much more to it really. I’m glad that my random ramblings have piqued your interest. This is pleasing. For many reasons. Thanks. I shall do my best to vent my mind on this screen as much as humanly possible.
Fucking hell man, I totally agree with you. Why the fuck would WordPress insist on having a “How we see fit for you to comment on a website essentially about self-expression” policy? Total bullshit! I mean why the fuck should we have guidelines on every little aspect of our fucking lives? Guidelines on how we should or shouldn’t express whatever emotions we have left after spending so much time on the soul-destroying shithole that the internet can be?
Fuck you, guidelines.
I think they are just attempting to maintain a level of civility and class but, you’re right, it is sort of weird that they have this set of guidelines. But, when I browse around wordpress I’m much more impressed by how often people seem respectful and civil. Other websites and forums (even Facebook) are so heavy on insults and unread responses, I rarely bother to comment unless I know the person personally.
I don’t like to see someone stifled but, in the end, they don’t really stop you. I could fill the next twenty lines with profanities and that would be okay. As long as these dope guidelines are followed as guidelines and not hard rules, I think it’ll remain a good place to spend a little time.
Hah, you are right in that regard, but I have a feeling that the civility would still exist without the guidelines; it’s just how some websites’ communities develop, at least, that’s my thinking.
Facebook, let’s not even go there; the atrocious behaviour of keyboard warriors on that website makes my eyes bleed.
But yes, so long as they remain guidelines and nothing more, it doesn’t bother me all that much, just feel a little undermined as a human with a functioning moral compass/brain.
Hey I just wanted to say that everyone should come to my blog and read up on all of my great stuff. It’s funny but I also talk about real fucking things, you know? Deep shit.
I didn’t really read this post, it looks like it’s about Sacha Baron Cohen or something. That guy can go to hell and you probably should too for liking him so much.
PEACE.
Well actually, aside from WordPress actually setting the guidelines, I was more specifically talking about bloggers setting their own guidelines. Cause all the guidelines that WP set out are reasonable; if you want to become a “better” blogger, probably a good idea to follow them. I just don’t understand why the actual bloggers would give such a shit about their blogs?
And re the civility and class (this is a response to both of ya’s (Australian version of ya’ll)) thing, the reason, I reckon, other websites are filled with, I believe the technical term is *Trololol’s* (as I’ve noted) is because they offer a one or two sentence form to pound on. WP deals with articles. Granted, that theory is rolled by Youtube’s commenting guidelines. WP is pretty sweet in that respect, now that I think about it. But whatever, we still have the power to banish the comments we don’t like, *commend moderating* is a wonderful thing.
Something no one has yet said anything about is the fine placement of Borat in this! It really brings the whole post together and was the concrete attention grabber for me. Bravo
ROFLMAO!!!!!! I love this. really did need a giggle … the “holidays” have me bummed out …
Why do the holidays bum you out? Did Santa bring coal? I didn’t even realise it was the holidays until today, where I saw santa stuff in the supermarket’s window. I’m glad that my words made you assless.
believe me I can use less ass.
beyond that America is so pumped up on the gift crap that the whole meaning of the season, for any religeon is lost in the whole mess. blech. what happened to simplicity.
I think we all offend in small ways because we’re all so different, but, point taken.