The Time Facebook Stole My Dignity

Today marked the…oh, I don’t know, millionth time I’ve tried to restrain myself from getting into an argument via Facebook thread.  Today also marked the first time that I failed.  I’m not one of those people who enjoys smacking people down in the comments, nor do I obsessively visit the places where those people lurk.  But Facebook tells me when someone comments after me, and I do have an e-mail, and I do read it, so….

It’s so dumb.  One friend of mine wrote that she hated people who ride bikes.  Well, okay.  That’s her thing.  Didn’t bother me, but then 2 of her friends wrote that they wanted to run bicyclists over.  Because, I don’t know, I guess the 2 or 3 bicycles they come upon per week are so slow that they fuck up their commutes entirely and for the rest of their lives.

So I wrote something that was all “calm down, psychopaths,” and “it’s a greener form of transport” and “don’t get an assault charge on you for nothing.” Absolutely NOTHING militant or confrontational.  The psychopaths part was totally cool, I swear.

Not five minutes later, this friend’s mother (or someone, I have no idea other than she shares her last name) writes:

“Well then maybe they need to pay personal property taxes on their bicycles and get a license plate too!!!!!!”

Does she sound worked up?  I think she sounds worked up.  I also think she sounds like an ignorant, lazy asshole.  Let’s see, I ride my bike on the roads and I paid about $400 for it.  To start, you’re not supposed to ride a bike on a sidewalk.  No.  No you are not.  It’s a pedestrian safety issue and a kid riding a bike on the sidewalk is a far cry from an adult commuting on a bike on the sidewalk.  Second, do you pay personal property taxes on everything you paid more than $400 for?  Do you license it, as well?  I bet you don’t.  See how that works?

But she wouldn’t, and I knew that.  I KNEW THAT.  Even though I know I shouldn’t have, and that it was useless, and that I was just as much of an asshole as she was for saying anything at all back to her, I did it, anyway.  Goddamn you, self.

As shitty as I feel for getting into a Facebook argument (REAL shitty), I console myself with knowing that at least I did it with smarts and humor, and at least without exclamation points.  Don’t believe me?  I said:

“Hm. I paid about $400 for my bike, so my personal property tax would come out to around 40 cents. Motor vehicle licenses are restricted to vehicles with motors, which excludes bicycles. I happen to stop for red lights, stop signs, etc. when I’m on my bike, but I still don’t advocate murdering those who don’t. Just give them the finger like any reasonable person.”

I refuse to check out any other comments to the thread.  Internet arguing is a slippery slope, and I’m trying to work with what little dignity I have left.  But I am so giving that woman the finger.

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I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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