I recently experienced my first block, too. Just so we’re clear, I did not block, but oh was I tempted, but rather was blocked. I feel sort of like those who found themselves on Nixon’s Enemies List. Their friends envied them.
I am honored. I feel singled out. Chosen.
Grateful. No more of his misogynist drivel veiled in the erotic and pseudo-worshipful and supposedly-poetic will ever again drain the life out of my feed.
Let’s toast to blocking and being blocked!