
Because, to me, this says more about us as a people than it does about my writing in particular. Your vitriol — even toward one of your own — is the Internet version of yelling at the waitstaff, or asking to speak with the manager. It’s a symptom our entitlement, of making sure you remain heard, of being the dominant voice in the room, and establishing the intellectual and moral superiority you so desperately crave in order to feel as though the natural order of the universe remains so. To which, I would humbly suggest three words to change your life: Let it go.