Yeah, well, hysterical thin-skinned whiners who make everything about themselves aren't a huge picnic either. So I guess we have the option of pulling it together and recognizing we're on the internet with other people, or you know, getting off the internet.

Uh, you just called me "malicious" "scum" out to "crush your soul." So I guess it's water under the bridge? But you might also look into sacking the fuck up. Or finding a less soul-crushing website — one where other people never disagree with you, perhaps?

...Do you know what that word actually means? Are you using it ironically? What are you doing?

I'm sorry you feel berated and made stupid by someone pointing out the simple point that when things are either true or false, subjective gray areas stop meaning anything or being valid to the conversation. There was a correct response, and the person didn't give it. Complaining that it was almost or kinda the correct…

Why stop there? Why not take responses like, "That guy who was in that movie that time, you know, with the eyebrows?" I mean, surely somebody somewhere would know who you meant, right? Making it correct?

How brave.

If I'm walking down the street and a mugger asks to borrow my baseball bat so he can beat me with it, I'm going to say "I'd prefer to hang onto it actually." And that's not because I am opposed to his ideology or his freedom of religion or interested in censorship or book-burning or defaming the Bill of Rights or…

I was underwhelmed. It was fun, inventive for the mainstream, but nothing we hadn't already explored. And the ending was nearly offensive it was so self-righteous and retrograde: "Who is the real bad guy? You, for seeing this movie. Think about that." What a turn-off.

I agree with this. But I also think it's tempting to read all of his work as having been written at the same time — that time being whenever we personally came to it — rather than from various versions of himself as he aged and changed like everybody else.

You will get a million answers to this depending on when people were born/got into comics, and it starts a lot of fights, which is probably why the meaning is unclear because everybody used it differently for a long time and still might.

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great god, His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscle and arteries beneath;…

I'd agree with that. I'm glad somebody stepped up, it's a horrible situation. Me, I think it's more about the generational static — older people justifying their positions of power by attacking things they don't understand, to impress each other — than a lot of the grandstanding and philosophy you're talking about.…

Got it. So your apathy is actually a virtue, entitling you to pass judgment on anyone else with an opinion about this, whereas everybody else's apathy...

< Bitching self-righteously on a Kotaku comment thread, apparently.

I think this is my favorite one.

That's well-said. You've changed my mind about this.

Plenty of us understood what you were saying — it's just that we don't need to make this sad story all about us, or what giant Anonymous bad-asses we are, by acting like pricks about what you said. Don't let it get ya down.

No, you're just being a dick. There was nothing remotely provocative or offensive about what the guy said.

This sounds absolutely wonderful to me.

...he said, tap-tapping away on his keyboard, from behind a computer screen.