Let’s see: we have a professional asshole, writing about those dirty bloggers, calling them assholes for being, well, assholes. He’s also pissed off because some of these assholes have the temerity to call themselves ‘journalists’. Oh yeah, and mostly he’s pissed off that they won’t use their real names while being assholes:
If you’re going to fire a rocket at someone in a blog post, or anywhere else, at least have the class to use your real name and stand behind your vitriol. Anything less makes you a coward and invalidates whatever bile you’ve spewed.
My name is on this, and I’m calling you gutless if you don’t sign yours. What are you going to do about it, blogger boy?
Why, I think you know exactly what I’m going to do about it: blog about it. And I’m going to call you an asshole.
So, to Tony Long, who feels that having his name on something makes it more important: Fuck you. First, there’s a difference between anonymous and pseudonymous – look it up, or ask your editor to explain it to you in very small words.
Oh, wait – you’re listed as ‘copy chief’, so that means you should already know the difference. Hmmm… What an interestingly deliberate misunderstanding.
Second, not all bloggers have pretensions of being journalists – very few, in fact. I certainly don’t pretend to be a journalist, I’m just some pseudonymous guy with a blog, and the bloggers who do aspire to taking more of a journalist-style role do, in fact, largely hold themselves to many of the same standards as dead tree journalists. Certainly the ones worth reading on a regular basis do. Not all of them use their real names, but so what? Dead tree columns are still written under pseudonyms, too.
What gets under your skin isn’t the fact that some bad (and slapdash) writers happen to hide behind the label of journalist and happen to use rude words; no, what you don’t like is that you no longer have a monopoly on, well, being an asshole. I mean, what else are we going to call a tech columnist who calls themselves “The Luddite”? Really, if that isn’t a textbook case of asshole, I don’t know what is. (It might even cross the line into pretentious asshole.)
See, Tony (and here’s your dirty little secret) – you aren’t a journalist either. You’re an opinion columnist. Oh, you want to be a journalist, but this gives it away: “The Luddite: Commentary by Tony Long.”
Commentary. Not reporting.
Contra your title, the blogosphere isn’t “Where a Tawdry Culture Goes To Die”. Rather, it’s where anyone who wants to take the time to do so can express an opinion, in whatever manner they choose. You’re just another voice, Tony. You’re a voice that has the luxury of being paid to exist. But you aren’t anything special. You’re one voice clamoring for attention among thousands – LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME.
And that having to compete really frosts your ‘nads, doesn’t it? You aren’t special. You’re just another asshole with a computer, being an asshole. Just like me. An asshole with a computer, commenting on the things that catch my interest.
So there. I’ve looked at you, and, well, found you wanting. Welcome to the blogosphere, Tony.