A certain other messageboard that I frequent is the most restrictive place I have ever been, and that includes airport security.
They have rules on what kind of avatar you may have (and no, it’s not something like “no porn/Faces Of Death clips”). They have rules on what subjects you may post on. They have rules on what may and may not be in the fanfic you post. They have rules on where you may get your avatar from (your own webpage only). This last one is the one that gets me. Why not? Reason, please.
Granted, it’s a “shipper” site, and it’s reasonable for them to remain focussed on the “ship” at hand. But I really think they go beyond the bounds of what is reasonable. There was a fic that was taken down, complete with snarkyness from a mod, just because of one kiss between two characters. It didn’t matter that the rest of the fic was about the relevant “ship”, oh no. That one kiss out of a multi-chaptered fic was enough to earn a slap on the wrist and some censorship on the side for flavour.
I realize that everyone has the right to determine what is and is not acceptable to them on their property (ie webspace). I like rules. I think rules are good. I like the way they protect me at SDMB. I do not like the way they control, repress and miff me and others at that other MB.
It really doesn’t help that the mod and webmistress is a bitca with no sense of humour. When asking a poster to remove or change something, she never does it with grace, humour or kindness and humility. It’s like being ordered around by a prison warden - except that if you’re in prison, you (probably) did something to deserve being there.
And don’t even get me started on the cliquishness… half the people there have chips on their shoulders the size of Nebraska (how big is Nebraska anyway?).
I know this is a lame rant, but I’m putting it here because it isn’t entirely logical. I KNOW that they can make up any damn fool rules they want (as stated above). I KNOW that I agreed to those rules when I signed up, blah blah blah. But something in me knows that these little pixilated dictators are annoyingly self-important. I also know that those nuts make me crazy. So I’m venting. Because venting prevents explosion.