For a writer, getting a lot of exposure can be a double-edged sword. It brings you into contact with more people than before, and while that is something a lot of us desire, it can come with some pretty gnarly stuff.
That’s exactly what happened over the past few days. I wrote something that got a lot of attention, and I handled some of that attention in ways I am not very proud of. The situation has been upsetting to me, not because of the things people have said to me, but because of the way I reacted. I have made an effort over the past two years of operating this blog to try to cultivate a space that is above the usual din of discourse on the internet, and for the most part I think I – with the help of the regular readers and commenters of this blog – have been successful at this.
But over the past two days I failed repeatedly, and for that I am sorry. I succumbed to the feel-good momentary hit of sarcasm and rudeness-in-kind, but as with all quick buzzes, once it wore off, I felt worse than I did before.
I locked the comments on that post, but I will leave them up, even though it makes me cringe to know those words are out there with my face/name attached to them. All I can do is say that I am sorry, and I will try to do better moving forward.