My husband is going through a tough time at his job right now. He's the public face of someone else's private decision, and one of our locals rags picked picked up the scent. We subscribe to a different paper, and don't read this one because "we get our toilet paper at Costco."*
Many newspapers have finally realized that anonymous comments are getting them into trouble, and have switched to using Facebook as their comment platform. Not that this discourages speaking through a dummy account, but I don't expect the newspaper to really care about snotty or slanderous comments because the newspaper needs the business.
My husband checked the comments to see what was the what, and was relieved to find that while the comments were the short-sighted idiocy of a general populace who knows not the world of education, the whole situation, or how to spell, there were few about him.
Then we realized that since he's blocked the complainant from FB, he couldn't see those comments. And there are plenty. And they all doggedly, rudely, and wrongly place blame on the wrong person. This person is clearly going to enjoy the adulation of others at the expense of the truth. Not like that ever happens.
The upshot? One of my students gave me a card and some homemade fudge for him today. Because, she said, we must be having a rough time right now.
Kindness. It has a way of shyly stepping up. I like that.
*Yes, I did just quote my husband. Credit where credit's due and all that.
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All of those comments are completely ignorant and just looking to place blame and start conspiracy theories. If I didn't know better, I'd have jumped into the conversation and told her exactly where she could shove it.
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