Cathi, Syl, and Jenn (three of my local fiction focus critique-mates) and I were catching up during a writers’ meeting when we got on the subject of Jenn’s job—running a client’s Facebook page, and how that wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Coming up with content to interest the masses enough to where they’ll like and share it is tough to do in this fast-paced world. Then Jenn jokingly said something to the effect of, “I know. How about Here Are 9 Uses For Peroxide.”
And I said something to the effect of:
“Eh, maybe not, surely somebody somewhere will be offended by at least one of your 9 uses For peroxide.”
Because nowadays you can’t say anything about anything on social media without someone getting their panties in a wad all crammed up their ass. Y’all know it’s true. You use the wrong tone in mentioning a hangnail and people start clutching their pearls and chewing into you on Twitter or wherever like rabid dingoes.
Oh, the backlash. As if bringing you and your one opinion down will make Utopia spring eternal.
The same people who champion everyone’s right to be different will try to burn you at the stake if your opinion is different from theirs. I’m still trying to figure out how that works exactly.
Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of offensive things and opinions on the Internet, sure. I’m not disputing that. And many of them should be responded to. Yes. BUT. This knee-jerk reaction to the slightest thing is getting to be such a godawful drag. It’s a sad day indeed when you’ve got to be wary of posting about peroxide, for cripes’ sake.
READ: Linda G. Hill, One-Liner Wednesday — Author, Author!