Imagine this: You’re invited to a very nice person’s house. You sit on her nice couch. She serves you a nice cup of coffee or tea and a Cousin John’s croissant with some butter, some jam.
You have a conversation. Then your hostess says something you don’t agree with. Would you:
a. Politely disagree and state your own opinion.
b. Insult her profusely, call her stupid, idiotic, and pathetic.
c. Spit on her furniture.
d. Keep it to yourself and continue to enjoy the tea, your croissant, and her lovely company.
Maybe I’m being a tad sensitive, but some of the people who’ve left comments about "Celebs at the Playground" have bad manners. I understand if they don’t agree with what I had to say.
That’s fine. But why are they spitting all over my site?
These commenters obviously haven’t been following my posts about Jennifer C., an actress I hugely admire who happens to live in Park Slope. "Celebs at the Playground" is just one of many posts about status, celebrity, and envy.
Anyone who spends enough time at OTBKB knows that I’m neither stupid or pathetic. I am, however, interested in exploring ideas as they occur to me.
Read me. Disagree with me. But please, don’t say such nasty things. Don’t you have manners?
I’m thinking about changing my name to brooklynshame.
All three of you should be ashamed of yourselves!
A self-obsessed ego maniac? Who’s the pot calling the kettle black here. You must feel pretty self-important to write a comment like that. I suppose anyone who writes personal stories is annoying and feels that the world revolves around them. Have you ever read the last page of the NY Times Magazine? How can you stand it? You probably can’t. That would be a shame. Most(smart) people find reading about the experiences of people, other than oneself, is interesting and even at times, enlightening. But, Anonymous, I guess you’d have to be more open, less critical, and less self absorbed to understand that. Your opinion is no more important than OTBKB’s. Why publish it here then? Based on your standards, one would have to ask, “Who cares what YOU think?” When you’ve got your own blog up and running and it’s receiving thousands of hits a day and your stories are being regularly picked up by the NY Times and you’ve scooped all the dailies in New York City then, maybe, we’ll listen to you. Maybe.
Whoever wrote the previous comment, and then didn’t have the courage to actually use their real name is truly pathetic and mean spirited. You do not have to read OTBKB, in fact we would all prefer if you don’t. That’s pretty strong stuff to call someone an ego-maniac. And to suggest that she is “unimportant in the grand scheme of things” is a pretty sophmoric thing to write about anyone. Sure, you’re entitled to your own opinion, but not to be nasty, rude and a coward on top of it What are you afraid of, anonymous? And please, for the sake of all of us. stop reading this sight. You’re comments are pretty unimportant in the grand scheme of my world. I would love to call you something unprintable in the NY Times, but I won’t, because I have manners.
I haven’t even read the nasty comments posted, but I can certainly understand why someone would post them. As a blogger, you should have a tough enough skin to be able to take such heat. I have to admit that I appreciate your blog for the fabulous photos, interesting Slope tidbits, and restaurant reviews, but must say that your tone is entirely annoying and self-important. It seems, from your writing, that you think that the whole world revolves around you and your Brooklyn stoop. You try to come off as wordly, compassionate, interested in global issues, but instead you end up sounding like a characature of the stereotypical Park Slope-ian. I love the Slope as much as the next person, and happen to live on beloved 3rd Street, just like you. But there’s just something about you and your writing style that strikes a nerve in me, and I’m sure, many others. Admitedly, I still read your blog regularly – but mainly because I love the daily photos and learning a little more about the neighborhood. You seem like a self-obsessed ego-maniac who could stand to realize that you and your existence is pretty unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Hell, it’s even unimportant in the grand scheme of Park Slope.