You know, the perception is that the Internet is about free speech. And to some extent, that’s absolutely true. Anyone can set up a web site and say anything they like, really.
But when it comes to personal play spaces – like this blog – well, the only speech that’s well and truly free here is mine. This is not a democracy. It’s like my living room – my own little world, that I’ve invited all of you to join. And for the most part, you’ve been very gracious guests, taking a drink, mingling with the other guests, complimenting me from time to time on the decor or the books in my library.
Every so often, however, someone comes to this living room who has had a few too many drinks, and becomes an obnoxious house guest. Worse, in fact – I’d bet dollars to doughnuts that these people wouldn’t dare to step into my actual home and accuse my boyfriend of having a small penis, or other small jabs and digs along these lines. Because people are governed by rules of (one would hope) polite society. But online, they seem to think it’s open season.
So I do exactly what I’d do if someone got that obnoxious in my own home. I kick them out.
What that translates to, via this blog, is I remove their comments. If they get particularly vile, I ban them from posting comments altogether.
Does this mean I need everyone to agree with me? Of course not. Just go ahead and look at the responses to some of these posts, and you’ll see not everyone agrees with me.
But neither is this site about protecting your speech. It’s about protecting mine. And I get to dictate every damn thing about this site, including whether or not I want people to read your vile comments.
You want to post something objectionable? Go ahead. On your own damn blog.
And that’s just the way it is.
Don’t like it? Millions of other blogs out there to read. Nobody’s asking you to read mine.