Gee, maybe I’m a little naive, or maybe it’s actually the opposite, I’m a little cynical. I’ve been just generally assuming that at least half of all the junk e-mail that has been forwarded to me by frightened, conscientious church friends, breathless with excitement at being the Chosen Vessels to Spread the Word (most notably the “It Takes Guts to Say Jesus” virus hoax, the junk about anti-perspirants causing breast cancer, Bill Gates is the Anti-Christ, the Great Gas-out, etc. etc.) has been made up out of whole cloth by giggling college students, late at night in their dorm rooms. I mean, come on, people, do you really expect me to believe that tampons contain asbestos and are going to give American women everywhere a slow, lingering horrible death? No, much simpler to believe that somebody somewhere made it up. I even saw a website where you can make up your own urban legend and e-mail it out. Tempting and scary, but half the people I know would believe it and dutifully forward it.
Actually, as long as we’re discussing “why not to do it”, it’s really out of consideration for those kinds of nice people that I personally don’t indulge. They are really such nice people, after all, decent, hard-working, the salt of the earth, and what would be the point of humiliating them by making up a scary e-mail and then snickering behind my hand while I watched them carefully spreading the word, say, that Betty Crocker was a real person who was being held prisoner by the CIA in the green room backstage at the Oprah show, and that if we all clapped our hands really loud at 12:05 p.m. on Easter Sunday, as soon as church was out, the CIA would hear it with their surveillance equipment all over America, and they would know that the jig was up and they would have to let her go. I would feel really bad if I let something like that loose on the Internet and had it come back at me, courtesy of our Youth Pastor’s mother, the dear sweet soul. She would be really seriously upset, too.
So I guess to me that’s the reason not to do it, because you can never tell who might go off the deep end, or even just take it the wrong way. My sister is still upset with me because she was the one who sent me the tampon/asbestos thing, and I told her it was stupid, but she really believed it, so now she’s mad because (a) I told her it (read: she) was stupid and (b) she thinks her niece is going to die of some horrible vaginal cancer. So now I’m mad at whoever put the dumb thing out on the web in the first place.
So, Revtim, I hope whatever it was you sent out, was at least plausible, or meaningful, or possibly helpful, or at least totally harmless, because no matter how ridiculous you may think you made it, you can bet that somebody somewhere is going to take it seriously (and let’s all hope that it isn’t something that’s going to make whoever it is go home and start cleaning his guns.)