Oh lovely, lovely, schadenfreude. I think writers are better placed to appreciate this feeling, given that our lives usually involve the kind of rejection that from time to time has us weeping like a sixteen-year old who experiences her first heartbreak on the night of the prom.
Thus I give you the utter and complete meltdown of Jacqueline Howett, a self-pubbed writer who got a review that was not that positive. Her response? To go to the reviewer's blog and go from whiny ungrammatical broadsides to hurling of whiny 'fuck-yous.' Yes, you writers, you know you must flock to this horrible spectacle (that has now been blogged about in every conceivable place, including Salon) TO LAUGH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH SOME MORE.
But, check it, your trusty blogger is not letting the good times stop there. Nooooooo. We have, for example, this book-lover who goes to book-signings and requests authors to sign his copies of their books with INSULTS! Brilliant! (Metafilter).
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