EddyTeddyFreddy, my officemate now thinks I’m a completely crazed giggly loon, and it’s all your fault.
And how about those plastic sacks with handles that cut off the circulation in your fingers until you have deep grooves across your palms and can’t feel your fingers any more, huh?
You and me both, sister, and personally I’m taking a great deal of comfort in that right now (although it sure sounds like a couple insists on parading around with their zippers open).
Jumpin jeezus in a pink leotard. There’s a small cadre of people who have devoted so much time to anonymously mocking total strangers? That’s sadder than a homeless two-legged puppy with asthma. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
You could try calling Jenny Craig for help. After dropping a few pounds, maybe the poor plastic bag won’t have to fight so hard to actually reach the muscle that can support it, thus relieving you of those unsightly palm grooves.
Or, if that isn’t applicable, you could simply stop putting so much crap in one bag.
Pitting other dopers for things that happen on the SDMB. - Okay
Pitting people who are not dopers in real life (to blow off steam so to speak) - Okay
Pitting other dopers for things that happen in real life or in other boards. - Bad
This whole thread sorta reminds me of a fascinating day in high school.
I was ambling down the hall and the same two chowderheads who always liked to make fun of me were following me down the hall and doing their general mockery. I turned around and said “Look – don’t you guys have anything better to do than follow me around and make fun of me?”
Between this and the never ending stories about their pregnancies and their kid’s penis, I know way too damn much about people whose private lives should be a complete mystery.
I just hope the kid never finds out that his penis was famous from the second he was born.
I know what you mean by that feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. A clown with his eyes gouged out always makes me feel exactly the same way.
No problem! Do it somewhere else. Maybe you could get a big whiteboard in your front yard and write shitty things about each other on it. And then you could stand in front of it with a bullhorn and maybe wave a big yellow flag.
“Come one, come all! Preeeeeeesenting, stupid shit that my wife does! Isn’t she just a complete dumbass?! No charge madam, step right up” "Stop by tomorrow to see her diatribe about my inability to maintain an erection!
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I doubt it’s a small cadre. The first time I came across it I was disgusted by it, but I now think that the anon journals are useful and amusing. The anon journals were not set up only to make fun of people but also to discuss topics that can’t be openly discussed here, point out interesting threads, and engage in pointless idiocies. There have been many different anon journals and every time one closes or shuts down another one opens. I doubt the anon journals will die until the straight dope itself dies. Although most of it is incredibly dumb and petty (sometimes in an amusing way), I have found it very useful on occasion. When Spongemom had a pedophile trolling her community it was the anon journal community who helped her to realize she was being played. Supposedly (it’s hard to tell what’s truth there) they helped stop a pedophile. There was also a very interesting anon version of “Ask The” where a former callgirl told details about her previous profession.
And before you say “You’d think differently if they were making fun of you” I have been roasted over there more than a few times. I find it amusing and it’s interesting to see what insults and accusations they come up with. They don’t pick on people indiscriminately, there are posters (and mods) that are well-liked and even the overly critical nonnies give them only compliments.
Although some people believe that the anon journals create more hostility which then returns here, I believe that they also lower the level. If someone is pissing you off but not enough to justify a pit thread you can go “pit” them in nonnyland.