An Open Letter to all Poopie Trolls

Dear Poopie Troll,

Yeah, you. I know who you are. Sitting behind your computer screen just looking for the perfect post to add your nasty comment to. I picture you rubbing your hands together and thinking, “How can I dissect what she said and take shit out of context and write a mean and nasty comment? Maybe I can even attack her personally.” Isn't that what you're thinking?

And well, I know I’m really good at NOT typing a response to you and pretending it doesn’t hurt, but guess what. And this may come as a surprise to you. I am a person.

GASP! Yes, it is true. I know I might just look like words on a screen or a little avatar, but I am a real live human being. I have feelings. I have fears. I even cry sometimes. Maybe that’s exactly what you want to hear. That you’re hurting me, in which case I’m just adding fuel to the fire. But sometimes I think people like you don’t stop to think, “Would I say this to another person if they were standing right in front of me?”

When you’re at a party and you hear a mom say something you don’t agree with, do you walk up to her and mention that her kids are going to hate her one day? If your answer is:

Yes. Well, then you’re batshit crazy and I can’t reason with you.

If your answer is:

No. Then the way you act at the party should be the same way you act when you are on your computer too. That’s right. Pretend like you are standing right in front of the human being you are talking to. Because in a way you are.

We tell our kiddos “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” But that’s bullshit. Words do hurt. In some ways they’re even more powerful than violence because bruises can heal. But words can eat at your brain and your thoughts for days. For weeks. Forever.

I’m not naive. I know I put my words on the Internet and I should expect people to disagree with them sometimes. And you’re allowed to disagree. Disagree all you F'ing want. But it’s time for the trolls/bullies/high schoolers/middle schoolers/mean mommies/everyone to stop and think, “There is a person sitting on the other side of this screen. Would I say this to their face if they were standing right in front of me?”

The virtual world is not really virtual. It’s full of real live people.

Be nice. Be kind. Be humane. Agree. Disagree. Discuss. Do unto other avatars as you would have them do unto you.


The human being who typed this

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