Showing posts with label anon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anon. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2008

Allowing Comments: A Mean Girls Policy

Some time back we turned off anonymous commenting for our blog posts. Though there was a specific post and reason for the decision at the time, we had conveniently decided to leave it off and just “forget” to turn it back on. There were many reasons for this decision. Anyone anywhere reading any blog has seen the drama trapeze act that comes a lot of times from anonymous commenting. I follow some of them too, sometimes with my mouth agape at the faux confidence and self-righteousness of people who are clearly so sure of themselves, and the importance of their message, that they feel no need to cloud the issue by stating who they are. Many times watching some blog post or other (an opinion stated or shared) turn into something truly ugly or seeing that the drivel in the comments section becomes the main show while the post itself is deferred to merely background noise.

Just as I feel that it is the right of anyone to write a blog stating their opinions or views whether or not they are the correct ones, I also feel that it is the right of anyone to be able to argue your point, defend yourself… discuss, debate. I’ve seen posts come and go… everything truly outrageous that’s gotten your feathers ruffled is usually a forgotten event within a couple of months, weeks even. I’ve watched publicly the confusion and anxiety caused over a post gone wrong in the comments section. I’ve seen policies implemented in some fashion blogs that require a blogger to disclose their personal knowledge of the content creator being reviewed at the end of their post just so that no one else gets their panties in a wad over any “alleged” favortism. Someone reviewing something a friend made? OMG, the outrage! Is that nepotism? Please. If you’ll notice, even some of the blogs content creators themselves maintain to let people know about their new releases no longer accept comments. Period. Why? Well, because there are disgruntled, angsty people everywhere. Some with an axe to grind or latent emotional issues due to not being breast-fed who are still looking for attention… no matter how they come by it. And thanks to them, you can no longer tell your favorite designer in a comment how much you love their latest release.

I’ve had several discussions with my cohorts regarding comments. Although we don’t all like the idea of anonymous commenting (myself included!), for the most part we agree that we’d like to go back to a more open format for anyone to share their views. Because Sharing is Caring! That being said, we are not therapists and comment section content that requires serious mental evaluation will not be allowed. Quite simply, only one of us is a trained professional and it would be irresponsible to allow you to put your care in our hands :)Think of us as the Dr. Phils of SL, doing what we can for the Brittany’s out there without making a single linden in the process.

Besides, everyone already knows that I’m a 68 year-old man who weighs 550lbs and lives in his mother’s basement. So there won’t be any need for you to point that out ~anonymously~ in a comment when you disagree with my stated opinion in a post.

To simplify, we are allowing anonymous comments until we decide not to either for a single post or indefinitely. Inappropriate, deranged, misogynistic comments that cross a line, will not be allowed. Try Gor for that. So choose your words wisely. If you’d like to share, discuss, or debate… you are welcome! Now, Bring it!


Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"Who are YOU to say ..."

When I first started posting here at MGG2SL I only read comments on 'articles' (and I use that term VERY loosely) that I had posted. Lately though, I've been reading comments on all the posts not only for the humor but for the spew. I'm a spectator in a lot of ways, perhaps I'd even go so far as to call myself a blog voyeur but recently I feel like there are a lot of things left unsaid.

Recently a lot of comments have been geared towards things like "Who are YOU to say you're A-List?" "Who are YOU to say what looks good?" and "This is soooo highschool." Of course those aren't direct quotes, but I'm too lazy to go back. Besides, its the principal of the matter.

I'll begin by addressing the A-List bashing. Who are WE to say we're A-List? First off, who are YOU to say we aren't? We have just as much right (for lack of a better term) to call ourselves A-List as you have to say that we're not. People are so quick to grab onto that whole "Your World, Your Imagination" bull-cheese when trying to justify themselves (or others) of their actions that they don't seem to think that such a motto applies to anything else. Guess what? It does.

In the real world, A-List celebrities get paid money to endorse things, make appearances at clubs/companies ... bottom line is they get paid a lot of money for a lot of things. So in that sense, no we aren't A-list. We don't get paid to say "Hey what do YOU think about ..." as a matter of fact, few A-List celebrities even ask anything out of their 'fans'. They don't have profound views on things and if they do its kept under wraps because their manager feels it would be in their best interest.

Well as many probably have deducted we don't have managers that keep a muzzle on us. We say what we say when we say it because that's how we feel. Do we regret any of it later? Who knows - but if we did would that really matter? Are we not allowed to voice an opinion regardless of what this backwards SL Society says - just because what -seems- to be majority thinks otherwise? Who are we to call ourselves A-List? Who are you to think that you're any better? To my knowledge, no one here at MG has ever claimed to be better than anyone else and has -NEVER- insulted another person. Their product, yes. Their actions, more than a few times - but a person? No. Well, except for for the Laylah "bashing" but as most know - such exchanges between friends isn't ill-willed. Yeah like you've never called your friend a slut or retarded?

Some throw that 'teeny bopper' element in and I really think its all on how you look at it. Is the "Meat n Greet" series too Teen Magazine for you? To be honest I'm not much into it. I'll admit that if I were simply to add a penis - I'd be one of the guys that reads Playboy for the articles. Maybe because I'm insecure in my physical looks I never really pay much attention to anyone else's appearance in hopes they aren't looking at me? That's an entirely relevant theory -- WHICH is why I don't blog fashion. Yeah I like how my avatar looks to me - she looks a lot like me but with more makeup and better hair ... but all in all I'm not one of those "Omg look at this totally cute outfit! Everyone in SL must have it because its just posh!" Anyone who's read more than just the main page of this blog could probably deduct that and if not - I just said it.

Fashion is one thing - style is another. Style is individual where as fashion is more general. I don't think I really need to go into any depths with that - but a few folks have said that the MGs are biased because we all have the same fashion sense or the same style. It was my impression that friends have things in common. Though we might all enjoy bits and pieces of the same sort of fashions - we all have our own style. For those that haven't noticed I'll just make a quick cap:

  • Jelly likes to grunge. Period. She's also gotten a bit into a few 'cutesy' outfits but overall she likes dirt.
  • Akasha is more of a rough and tumble tomboy that wears things that make her look like she just walked way from a motorcycle wreck - and it works for her.
  • Rosie is more conservative in her style and usually wears things that are sensible.
  • Laylah I'd compare to your college roommate that will throw on what she had the day before as long as it doesn't smell. The kind that could always pull off that look that looks like the person isn't even trying but it still looks good type of thing, ya know?
  • And me? I don't really know. I'd run around in a New Kids on the Block t-shirt and rolled up pants and think I look just as good as if I had on whatever new design is out. Oh and if someone makes a New Kids on the Block t-shirt I demand to know!
You would think that no one would really care, but obviously some do. So for those that do, I outlined AND bulleted it for you.

There are a few that think we have no business telling others what looks good and what doesn't. So maybe they look better? As a matter of fact they look so damn good that they comment anonymously so that we may all revel in their spectacular glow which is their being! Come on. You call us high-schoolish but you're going to write an anonymous message on a bathroom stall? Pot, meet kettle.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Misdaventures in Cyber, the Stolen Transcripts; Vol. II

Sexy Rach
“SexyRach”: Wanna cyber?
“Badness”: Yeah I'm up for that
“SexyRach”: OK, but don't tell anybody
“SexyRach”: Who are you?
“Badness”: I've got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lot
“Badness”: And I have a part time job delivering for Papa Murphy's in my Geo Storm.
“SexyRach”: You sound sexy… I bet you want me in the back of your car…
“Badness”: Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa Murphy's and make an order
“SexyRach”: Haha! OK… Hello! I'd like an extra-EXTRA large pizza just dripping with sauce.
“Badness”: Well, first they would say, "Hello, this is Papa Murphy's, how may I help you", then they tell you the specials, and then you would make your order.
“Badness”: So that's an X-Large. What toppings do you want?
“SexyRach”: I want everything, baby!
“Badness”: Is this a delivery?
“SexyRach”: Umm...Yes
“SexyRach”: So you're bringing the pizza to my house now? Cause I'm home alone... and I think I'll take a shower...
“Badness”: Good. It will take about fifteen minutes to cook, and then I'll drive to your house...
“SexyRach”: I'm almost finished with my shower... Hurry up!
“Badness”: You can't hurry good pizza.
“Badness”: I'm on my way now though...
“SexyRach”: So you're at my front door now.
“Badness”: How did you know?
“Badness”: I knock but you can't hear me cause you're in the shower. So I let myself in, and walk inside. I put the pizza down on your coffee table.
“Badness”: Are you ready to get nasty, baby? I'm as hot as a pizza oven
“SexyRach”: Oooohh yeah. I step out of the shower and I'm all wet and cold.
Warm me up baby
“Badness”: So you're still in the bathroom?
“SexyRach”: Yeah, I'm wrapping a towel around myself.
“Badness”: I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand.
“Badness”: As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough,
“Badness”: but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door...
“SexyRach”: What the Fuck?
“SexyRach”: You perverted piece of Shit
“SexyRach”: fuck you!

-blocked me-

Karla
“Badness”: You ready yet? I’m bearing to go!
“Karla”: Yeah I’m slipping out of my clothes right now, what do you look like?
“Badness”: a Kodiak bear
“Karla”: ?
“Badness”: I’m soft naked, fuzzy and waiting for you to come mount me
“Karla”: Oh I love cute fuzzy bears, I walk up and get on top of you
“Karla”: stroking your soft hair, kissing you gently as my move my way down your stomach
“Badness”: I growl to warm you my cubs are near
“Karla”: huh?
“Badness”: Bears get fuckin pumped when anyone is near their cubs
Sexkarla17: yeah hehe dont be silly…
“Karla”: I love how you growl as I continue to kiss you, while taking off your pants.
“Badness”: Bears don’t wear pants and you should cover yourself in Honey now
“Karla”: hehe you would love to lick that off me huh. I pour honey all over my warm wet body waiting for you to start licking it off me slowly
“Badness”: I sniff the air to see where the sweet scent of the honey is coming from, while slowly snorting and walking towards you
“Badness”: I Growl again, and start to bite you
“Karla”: Yeah that feels good..ooooo...not too hard now
“Badness”: I bite harder peeling flesh from your stomach, and look up into your eyes to show you my mouth dripping with your warm blood mixed with honey,
“Badness”: I then I let my cubs rip apart your limbs and play with you like a ragdoll.
“Karla”: what the Fuck!!!
“Badness”:uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh and I’m spent.

hOttie
“Badness”: I'm hard, you ready to jump aboard?
“hOttie”: oh yeah I’m so wet right now
“Badness”: Why you just shower?
“hOttie”: no I’m wet for you
“Badness”: Did you ever play with supersoakers when you were a kid? or that gator thing?
“Badness”: you would dive and slide down, there was that badass pool at the end of it.
“hOttie”: What the Fuck are you talking about? You wanna cyber or not?
“Badness”: I do! Sorry...I just didn’t know why you were wet...
“Badness”: Then you say your wet for me, and I’m thinking I didn’t even throw water on you...
“Badness”: I’m sorry lets continue!
“hOttie”: alright then...I walk over to you and start kissing your neck and chest
“Badness”: I pop like 16 boners
“hOttie”: what the Fuck!!!
“Badness”: what?

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Misdaventures in Cyber, the Stolen Transcripts; Vol. I

japgirlie

"japgirlie": Your funny
"Badness": Thank you
"japgirlie": You make me all wet, talking to you
"Badness": I do, in what way?
"japgirlie": I bet you could get me off in no time,,,That way.
"Badness": like off the couch, to get me a beer or somthing?
"japgirlie": lol noooooo.. I mean, if i was to get naked for you, and do anything you want, .....get off that way, you know.
"Badness": ohhh you want to cyber?
"japgirlie": YES!! give me a second though, ok?
"Badness": Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
"japgirlie": thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
"Badness": A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
"japgirlie": haha, ok lets go.
"japgirlie": : i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
"Badness": I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
"japgirlie": haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
"japgirlie": i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
"Badness": : Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
"japgirlie": No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
"Badness": Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.
"japgirlie": stop, cmon be serious.
"Badness": It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
"Badness": I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
"japgirlie": thats it.
"Badness": Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
"Badness": Goddam am I hard now.


-she signed off...-


jenny
"jenny": Want to Cyber?
"Badness": Sure i'll try it
"Badness": I lick your earlobe, and undo your watch.
"jenny": mmmm, okay.
"Badness": I take yo pants off, grunting like a troll.
"jenny": Yeah I like it rough.
"Badness": I smack you thick booty.
"jenny": Oh yeah, that feels good.
"Badness": Smack, Smack, yeeeaahhh.
"Badness": I make some toast and eat it off your ass. Land O' Lakes butter all in your crack. Mmmm.
"Badness": I peel some bananas.
"jenny": Oh, what are you gonna do with those?
"Badness": get me peanuts. Peanuts from the ballpark.
"jenny": Peanuts?
"Badness": Ken Griffey Jr. Yeaaaaahhh.
"jenny": What are you talking about?
"Badness": I'm spent, I jump down into the alley and smoke a fatty. I throw rocks at the cats.
"jenny": This is stupid.
"Badness": Stone Cold Steve Austin gives me some beer.
"Badness": Wanna Wrestle Stone Cold?
"Badness": Yeeaahhhh.
"jenny": /ignore
"Badness": Its cool stone cold she was a bitch! anyway.
"Badness": We get on tricycles and ride into the sunset


-She blocked me...-

britspears
"illegalbritspears": Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice alright?
"Badness": Alright.
"Badness": Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
"illegalbritspears": I slip out of my pants, just for you, Badness
"Badness": Oh yeah, alright. Alright, I put on my cloak and wizard hat.
"illegalbritspears": Oh, I like to play dress up.
"Badness": Me too baby.
"illegalbritspears": I kiss you softly on your chest.
"Badness": I cast Lvl. 4 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
"illegalbritspears": Hey...
"Badness": I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Hard on of the Infinite.
"illegalbritspears": Funny I still don't see it.
"Badness": I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty Fuck of the Abyss.
"illegalbritspears": You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
"Badness": Don't f*ck with me #@%$!, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
"Badness": I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 10,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
"illegalbritspears": Don't ever message me again you piece of $!@%.
"Badness": Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts a counter attack,
"Badness": leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
"Badness": King Arthur and the knights of the round table congratulate me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army
"Badness": of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
"Badness": You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
"Badness": Baby?


britspears again?
"illegalbritspears": Ok, are you ready?
"Badness": Alright, yeah I'm ready.
"illegalbritspears": I like your name... Tee hee.
"Badness": huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
"illegalbritspears": Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
"illegalbritspears": I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
"Badness": Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
"illegalbritspears": What the FUCK, I told you not to message me again.
"Badness": Oh Shit, Wait,,, you messaged me,!!
"illegalbritspears": I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you fucking asshole
"Badness": Oh shit
"Badness": damn I gotta write down your names or something....