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I read a lot of blogs. Some would suggest too many. Whatever. But in my blog perusal I have occasionally run across the phenomenon of a blog troll. Some nasty tempered person posts comments anonymously, causing a general uproar. Readers fly to the blogger’s defense, the troll sometimes strikes back, and (best of all) the blogger is afforded the opportunity to MOCK the troll mercilessly.
OH, the fun.
I? Have never had a troll.
*sigh*
BUT today I got the next best thing! A cranky email!
First some background, here. Back in April, I wrote a terribly funny…er…somewhat amusing…uh…perfectly serviceable post about my parent’s phone number, and how they get more wrong numbers than anyone I’ve ever met. And in the comments, Mom said something to the effect that if your name is…um…let’s call him…Rames Jigo, that you should contact every bank in the Western hemisphere, because they’re all looking for you.
It was funny.
But today Rames himself sent me an email, telling me that a FRIEND of his had been Googling his name (suuuuure, a “friend,” was Googling you. Riiiiiight. You know, it’s ok to do vanity Googling, Rames. We’ve all been there.), and had come across my site, and he “didn't appreciate a responder named 'Amma' using my name.”
He wanted me to remove the comment. And I did. Because I am a giver, and golden hearted indeed. But I also sent him an email making just a TINY bit of fun of him. I told him, “I think most Internet users are aware of the odd connections that pop up when you Google anyone's name, and would be surprised indeed if anyone judged you as THE Rames Jigo she was speaking of. It may be YOUR name but it's also just A name.”
I mean, I share first names with a rather prolific p*orn star. That skeeves me a bit, but it doesn’t mean I can ask her to stop using my name.
Old RJ also sent my MOTHER an email, asking her to tell him the phone number in question. Ahem. This was going to help him…sort out the problem somehow. And although he ASSURED her that he’s “not a weirdo,” she declined to share that with him. Rames? Don’t ask strangers for their phone numbers. Really.
But the HEART of this matter, the true MEAT of the thing is this:
Does this mean I’ve arrived as a blogger? If I’m making people mad?