I read the comments on my essay about a gift my mother-in-law gave me over 20 years ago.
I read all of them.
It was proudly printed in Cosmo, then reprinted in Redbook, Good Housekeeping and Women’s Day.
If you didn’t see it, you can read it here.
Yes, I’m still talking about it. It has over 210,000 views. That’s a lot. If they read it.
Which a few of them did because they left proof in the comments. And they are a bonanza of Americana intellect, commentary, and beauty tips.
You know what’s cool about working in the GVP (gun violence prevention) movement? Once you’ve been trolled there, regular every day haters just can’t touch me.
I’ve got superhero powers of teflon; negative comments used to make me cringe and want to hang up my keyboard for the rest of my writing days, but once a freedom lovin’ gunhumper threatens to shove a gun up your lady parts, then well, insults on my mustache have no power, other than to make me laugh.
Take a listen to what people have to say (in two parts because, well dogs, time, and technology):
More, more, more said the readers. And a where we are now explanation about my mother-in-law, and why most of the commenters got it all wrong.
So there you have it. This is why I usually, never read the comments, but sometimes, it’s the best part of the story.