{"id":7896,"date":"2011-08-04T01:16:09","date_gmt":"2011-08-04T09:16:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=7896"},"modified":"2012-08-15T23:57:12","modified_gmt":"2012-08-16T07:57:12","slug":"googling-yourself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/googling-yourself\/","title":{"rendered":"Googling Yourself"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, I made the stupid decision to google “Sister Wolf.”<\/p>\n

It’s weird to see yourself as others see you. I’m used to interacting with strangers on my own territory but finding yourself being discussed elsewhere is the equivalent of hearing what people say behind your back. And naturally, they want to talk shit about you.<\/p>\n

I was so pleased to find several people who loved my blog! But the pleasure gave way to annoyance when I came across a website devoted to criticizing bloggers. There was even a forum for the critics to chat among themselves, but I didn’t read it. It was enough to find some people dismissing me as crazy, with one commenter even noting disgustedly that I should be getting grief therapy instead of blogging.<\/p>\n

It has never even \u00a0occurred \u00a0to me that people might disapprove of my grief. \u00a0And I never think of myself as crazy, or even weird. I think the critics were upset that I outed a troll, and that’s something I’ve thought about a lot. Upon reflection, I’d do it again, because that’s the only way to effect a consequence for cowards who want to hide behind anonymity.<\/p>\n

Well, you can’t please everyone, right? \u00a0 It’s better to not google yourself<\/a>. It’s the one instance where ignorance actually is<\/em> bliss.<\/p>\n

But then, I was buying my kid a wallet at Ross Dress for Less<\/a>, when a sales assistant asked me if I was aware of their Every Tuesday Discount for seniors. Sure enough, my reflexes are so slow that I didn’t slap her in the face for suggesting that I am a senior. She went on to explain that it’s for people “55 and older.”<\/p>\n

I glared at her and said something like, Okay, I’ll take the discount but you’re not supposed to think I’m 55 or older. She smiled back, sweetly and blankly. What a fucking cunt!\u00a0\u2122<\/p>\n

God, it’s so awful how you can’t control people. I’ll never get used to it. But I can write to Ross Dress for Less and complain about this assault on my self-esteem. It might be fun to try to get them to apologize. I could even call it grief therapy!<\/p>\n

Good idea or not?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"