Comments Policy
Before we get started, let me just say I didn’t want to add a policy on comments. I’m not one for rules. Heck, I don’t get enough comment traffic to even warrant a policy. But a while back, I’d posted a story about my then almost two-year-old learning the ropes of potty training. Shortly after, an anonymous reader (of course) said the following:
Congratulations. Your little nigglet learned to take a shit. Write about something more interesting.
Being Black and all, I’m sure you could see why I was shocked. I understand writing about events of your personal life opens you up to all sorts of insults from those who feel they’re validated in spewing such crap. I also understand the Internet is a place for spineless, racist children to showcase their ignorant views. Anonymously. Oooh, watch me quake in my boots.
Suffice it to say, this warranted a policy. Here’s the short and curlys of it:
I like SPAM. I like SPAM so much, I have a SPAM eradicator called Akismet. Have you heard of it? This thing is awesome. It eats SPAM like it’s breakfast, lunch AND dinner. Trying to comment on a good way I can extend my penis? Or save money on health insurance? While I’m sure those are sweet offers, they get SPAM’med. Then they get deleted. The end.
I read all comments. ALL OF THEM. Again, like I said, I don’t get a lot of them to begin with. But I highly doubt my mother (and one reader) is going to call my children “little nigglets”. At least not on this blog. And while I’ll read your hate-filled, incensed, well written comment, my skin is thick. You won’t get to this blog. You won’t get to me. I’ve been called worse, and I’m sure my children will be at some point in their lives. Just not right now.
Be nice. This is a family forum. I don’t write about my kids all the time, but I anticipate they may read what I’ve written when they’re older. I don’t swear a lot – at least I try not to. I believe in the Almighty, but I’m not preachy. You get where I’m going? Be nice to me, I’ll be nice to you. I’m sure you’re a nice person. I would LOVE to hear what you have to say! Think I said something stupid? Tell me! Think I’m an idiot for what I said? Me, too! Let me have it! But there’s a line. Try not to cross it, ‘K? Hugs and kisses.
So there you have it. That wasn’t too painful, was it?
