Since the blog is gone, and I never had the opportunity to read it, I can only glean from the comments to his post that she led a dom-sub lifestyle. What particularly galls me, though, is the attitude of one of the commenters, Stormi, who was herself too craven to post a real e-mail address or URL. But she is apparently not alone in this line of thought, because I hear a lot of that on the net, usually from asswits:
She kinda made it other people’s business when she put her journal online for everybody to read. The first amendment entitles people to free speech, not freedom from ridicule for being wonky.
Chelle didn’t get “free” speech. She was entitled to free expression. Which she availed herself of. But it came at a cost. She had to choose between her desire to blog and her wish not to be picked apart over her blog’s contents and her non-conformist lifestyle.
I don’t know what’s so horrifying about the dom-sub subculture. Shit, Rob is a self-confessed nudist. So what? Just something else to titter over like a bunch of prepubescent school children in a school yard. Grow up already. Use the graciousness that I know your good mama gave you.
And this reminds me of what happened to another blogger, Princess Aimee, whose journal included some very heartfelt words about coping with motherhood and rambunctious children. She told it like it was and caught the attention of some peeps at the child free boards. (That’s a whole other rant.) They then proceeded to attack her blog like sharks on chum. As a result, her blog is now on total lockdown, you need to apply for a user id and password before being allowed to view its contents.
And recently, Robyn had to set up a whole other blog to shield her personal writings from ridicule from know-it-all strangers.
Yes, the Internet is “wide open spaces.” And if it’s on the Internet, it’s meant to be read. But that does not mean that any reader has the right to verbally (or in writing in this case) attack the writer. Especially on the writer’s own web space.
Wanna rant about some bitch cunt whore you don’t like? Do it on your own web space. I’ll at least give Rob credit for that. He didn’t run to Chelle’s blog and start shitting all over it.
I thought blogging was supposed to be a little more civilized than that. But it’s amazing what people will put down in writing on the Net that they wouldn’t have the temerity to say to someone’s face. (Cuz they know they’d probably get the dogsnot slapped out of them.)
But there are people in this world who are so insecure that they literally cannot exist unless they tear someone else down. It’s the only way they can feel good about themselves. Going around generating all this hatred. Oozing bile from every pore. Yeah, that’s really attractive.
I’ve become a firm believer in banning the everloving Hell out of people I don’t like who come onto my web site and post crap. Fortunately for me, it’s only happened one time. But you know, it’s my web space and I can do what I damn well please with it. As I’ve said before, if you don’t like it, don’t fucking read it. How hard is that? You want to write about me, then do so on your own time at your own web space. Leave me the hell alone.
All three of you.