Dum, Dum, Dee, Dum

This post has a meaningless title, like the sturm und drang of the still-clanging bells of blog vs. blog and personality vs. personality "journalism" that's almost become a plague to some of us.

Personal attacks on blog-sites, critical of my wardrobe, my choice of shoes, my association with InVogue, all of which are part of an online "game" that I play, called "Second Life". Well, whoop-de-fookin'-doo! Some folks have waaaaay too much time on their hands, methinks.

What fascinates me is the marginal literacy of the participants in all this garbage, and its scant resemblance to anything remotely identifiable as "journalism", which is the only reason I ever penned a comment or blog post for InVogue. A genuine interest in writing, a joy in participating in the SL gay community, some blatant self-interest in promoting my efforts as a dancer/host/entertainer in the club scene, and yes, my own admitted human weakness as an indefatigable "attention whore" made me reach out a bit, take a risk, and write upon these pages, in the hopes someone, somewhere, would find my meanderings amusing, at least, and thought-provoking, at best.

I have consciously and determinedly refrained from responding to any of the ongoing "wars" between certain blogsters and factions who seem to have some sort of sick, childish agenda and incredibly overinflated self-images which drive them to initiate social warfare rather than social interchange, in these venues.

Here's a little bit of Second Life lore, for ya. Anyone ever visit "Waterside", and listen to the open voice chat there? Youngsters, mostly, incredibly impressed with themselves, unabashedly critical of everyone and everything around them, their speech and mannerisms thoroughly suffused with vapid criticism, cynicism, scorn, hatred, disrespect, foul language, repeated use of the words "nigger" and "fag" as offhand adjectives to describe even their friends and, presumably, "peers".

It's a sure-fire way to bring on a bout of depression, just listening to these complete wastes of good air, maundering away about how cool they are and how useless/ugly/stupid/nigger/fag/dipshit/bonehead/gay everyone around them is. One wonders why they go on breathing? Suicide would seem a much more intelligent act, given their purported view of the world, but for one thing; they're young, dumb, have never experienced hardship, have never fought beside a dear friend and watched him die, have never worked hard for anything in their privileged and "entitled" existence, have never invested one iota of themselves in the interest of another human being, much less sacrificed anything for the welfare of another. And so, they must be forgiven, for allowing their inexperience and complete lack of substance to escape their filthy little mouths, so easily.

I claim no special gift of 'wisdom' nor superiority of intellect, here; but I've lived a long time upon this earth, comparatively, and seen some pretty incredible bits of history go down, right before my eyes, some of which I found myself smack dab in the middle of, much to my dismay, or my joy, or my deep, deep sadness.

So you see, it's easy for me to sit back and smile and nod, when the proverbial excrement hits the oscillator, and "who flung poo" becomes more important than who created beauty, or did a kindness to another, or expended great effort to reach a goal, or even just emulated a shoe design in digital form, presenting a target for a jealous or petty or inferiority-plagued "competitor's" crosshairs.

My beautiful fellow Second Life residents, your avatars are just pixel-dolls, and real life is much, much more important than anything that happens there, but still the attitudes and mannerisms that permeate your Second-Life persona are, in some ways, reflections of what's inside the human being at the keyboard. Think a bit, choose to portray what's of value to you, (if anything), and if acrimony, hate, exploitation, and greed are your pastimes, then by all means, bring them along with you, to render our Second Life experience more "real", for these are parts of any world in which human beings walk.

Some will choose to aspire to better things, and there will be places, activities, and beauty left by their minds and hands, here in Second Life, for us all to enjoy. I swing my cam toward the beauty, kill my sound and shut my eyes to the ugliness and fear and immaturity, and enjoy every spare moment I can be "in-world". Don't you?