It started off reading another blog; or, as I prefer,being inspired to write a blog post by another really talented blogger. Lauren at This Stuff Is Golden . She’d written the endearing post of Forty Things To Teach My Future Daughter. (Again, click here to view.) Go on. Read it. It’s a good post.
I’d written this post: A letter to my future daughter. Caitlin Moran had also written a letter to her daughters. That’s a brilliant version. So, I had to have a go. Besides, I was soooo bored on a really long, delayed train journey. So, best put the time waiting and travelling to good use, right? I wouldn’t have dared to write such a thing anyway. Nothing to loose, right? Besides the waiting time and the extra hour added to my initial journey. Anyway, I digress.This post seemed to be well received; comments, likes, retweets, etc.
But the sticking point; surely there should also be a version to ‘my future son’? After all, this would equalise things, and add an element of equality. I couldn’t just write for a daughter, after all. That doesn’t fit with my general ethos.
Granted, it was a bit of a slapdash effort. But this was a post I was really proud of. It reflected what I wished to say! (I’m not great at communicating at the best of times, so it seemed akin to a real achievement. Something done well, and to take pride in.) And it was then trolled. Trolled! Believe me, that hasn’t happened in a while-not since I was told off by an angry Twitter user, for using ‘girls’ instead of ‘women.’ Yep.
The accusations were many: I had thought of ‘my son’ as an after thought; that I had not been as endearing; that I had ranted at him; that I had assumed he’d have been a bully; that this post perpetrates a dangerous form of feminism-and female superiority; and that he wasn’t as important as my daughter.
One small point that was missed out; I don’t have any kids. If you’re going to feedback on something, at least get the facts right first, and read the post! And, most of all, don’t be hateful!!
I had not made any of these assumptions; rather, I believe in equality for everyone. And not a female superiority. Because we all have things we could learn from each other, and collaborate towards a better goal. I hadn’t ranted either; I had tried to make the point of kindness in both letters. I had tried to be endearing, but wanted to avoid a sentimental tone-one that had been overused in the first point. Everyone is just as important as each other to me-we’re a collective as humans. So, not an after thought-I was busy, and couldn’t post.
The post and comment has been deleted. But if you’re trolling, it’ll be moderated. And you won’t be allowed access to this blog again.
This hateful language is now the way the internet speaks-and again, Caitlin Moran recently wrote an excellent piece about this. It also shows disgusting contempt and utter foolishness. This is a great tool to come from the last thirty years; why can’t we utilise it properly? Instead of being horrible, spreading slander (fake news, anyone?), and just attacking somebody for their viewpoint, we could create a more comprehensive blog universe, promote great works of literature, send a kind word or two, and spread awareness of diseases, mental health issues, etc. It could innovate far more than what it does now.
For now, I won’t have ‘a letter to my future son’ to be read on this blog. But I might one day…
What do you think?