A few weeks ago I was – not for the first time – embroiled in a low-grade internet fracas.
I should have risen above the whole thing, but instead I ignored the first rule of internet arguments and engaged endlessly, often with people who were using fake names and pictures of cartoon characters instead of their own faces. In short, I did everything I could to make the situation worse and it really ruined two full days of my life.
This has happened more times than I can count. On holidays, birthdays and date nights, Christmases, Easters and hen-dos. I’ve said something spicy online, annoyed a large enough group of people that it’s become actively combative, and then pretended to be present with people I love, while thinking about witty ripostes I can make to strangers to win an argument wh