Like most reporters and bloggers, I have a love/hate relationship with online comments.
If you’ve ever read the comment section of the Tribune, you know what I’m talking about. Sometimes people want to debate the subject of a story. Sometimes they find typos and want to show the world how clever they are. Then, before the Trib’s pay-to-comment feature went into effect, there was that one guy who was always trying to send people to Iraq.
I spent years obsessed with comments on my stories and blog entries. And I’m talking an unhealthy obsession here. I’m talking checking for comments at 3 in the morning to see who was saying what. Drove my husband nuts. And frankly, I was probably headed in that direction, too.
Now you might not realize this but I get hundreds of comments on this blog every day. And some are quite flattering.
Like this one: “Love the post will be back again to visit and tell friends about the excellent site and original posts.”
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And this: “Marvelous, what a web site it is! This weblog gives valuable facts to us, keep it up.”
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And someone named Payday Loans says: “Your means of explaining all in this post is actually fastidious, all can effortlessly know it. Thanks a lot.”
(I actually had to look up fastidious. It means attentive. I sure am.)
I say all of this to say, I miss comments. Thanks, Mom and Ana and Marissa for actually posting real live comments, but most of my entries are commentless and sad.
Now I completely understand that many people simply don’t have anything to comment about, and that’s fine, but please know you’re welcome to weigh in. If you have thoughts, opinions, suggestions, criticisms or are just reading (Anybody? Anybody?) leave me a comment. If you don’t try to sell me gold, help me lose weight or link to some questionable website, I will post it. You can even tell me “commentless” isn’t a word.
That said, I’m not getting up at 3 in the morning to read them.