Friday, April 5, 2019

So I took the day off from work on Tuesday, because I worked both weekend days two weeks in a row, in addition to my regular weekday work. There’s only so much a person can take.

I didn’t do much, tried to get caught up on some things around the house and pull together my tax info. At around 6:30, I checked my regular email, the one I’ve had forever, then I checked my gmail account, which I set up when I went back to school, because I needed an account that wasn’t my regular account. I don’t use the gmail account for much, but it is the account that WordPress comments in need of approval get sent to, comments from someone who hasn’t commented before. I don’t often get a new commenter but every now and then something shows up. I try to make sure I check that account at least once a week.

So I check the gmail messages and I have two comments from Nancy K. waiting to be approved.

With the exception of two comments I got in 2017 praising Donald Trump — I seriously think those were from a Russian troll farm, or maybe they were actual Americans inspired by Russian trolls, the whole thing was completely weird, how did these people find me, anyway? — all of the comments I get are nice. People I don’t know thank me for writing and share interesting thoughts. It’s really very uplifting.


I look at the comments to be approved and they are filled with vitriol! Here is one:

10 years ago is 10 years ago…not sure why you felt like your 15 minutes meant that people continued to want to read about your boring ass life. You seem kind of stuck up and conceited overall, and I generally dont like you. The original teachers at least made it enjoyable to read and didn’t have a holier than thou attitude. Stop writing as if you’re better than everyone else. Stop writing period (you’re not a very good writer), get a real job, and give up this blog. No one reads or cares about it anymore. Stop grasping straws of minor fame from a decade ago please and get on with your life. The rest of us did, 9 years and 11 months ago lol

lol is right!

Like all I’ve been doing for the past 10 years is lollygagging around trying to make hay from my MOMENT OF FAME. I didn’t even make hay from my moment of fame when it was happening! Come on people!

(And for the record, I do have a job; whether or not it qualifies as a “real” job is open to debate.)

I went down the list of people who hate me right now. (This list is longer than you might think given what a NICE PERSON I am.)

All of them seemed possible — at this point, nothing is going to surprise me — but somewhat implausible. I could definitely see any of them trolling me on my blog, but it didn’t seem likely that they’d go after me about whether or not “anyone gives 2 shits about whether or not you use a packet of ketchup from a restaurant.” It just seemed like they might go after me for different things than Nancy K. did.

I looked at the whois record for Nancy K’s IP address to see if that gave me any clues. It was a New York Public Schools address, which seemed to eliminate most of my local enemies. Maybe it was just some random person who doesn’t like me? A wannabe high school bully doing some target practice?

While pondering these possibilities, I thought more about the content of the comments, and noted that the first comment was on a post where I clarified something that my friend (not random dude) Tom had needled me about, accusing me of “cheating.” It also referenced taking ketchup and sugar packets from restaurants, something the “original teachers” did and which I specifically said in my ground rules that I wouldn’t do.

The second comment (given above) directly mentioned the “original teachers” and how their project was better, at least it was “enjoyable to read.” Unlike my tedious slog. That this person is forcing themselves to get through. Ten years later.


After putting in my monocle and considering the evidence, I decided that the comments are probably not from a local hater, or from a random hater, but from someone who is a fan of the “original teachers” and who was offended by my snarky attitude toward them. (It’s true. I could have been nicer to them. I apologize.)

While all of the possibilities seem weird, it is hard for me to imagine that someone who doesn’t know me at all and has no connection to anything on my blog would come to this blog — which is not advertised anywhere, I’m not selling anything, and I hardly ever post — and say mean things about me, without some motivating factor. I think my local haters have bigger fish to fry, I don’t think they would bother with trolling me on my blog.


I will just say that I’m sorry for all of you out there, like Nancy K., who feel compelled to come here and read my bad writing, over and over again, year after year. I’m doing the best I can. I write this blog mostly for myself and everyone else is free to read it or not read it as they see fit.

I’m also sorry you think I’m stuck up and conceited and you don’t like me much. There’s really not much I can do about that, I am who I am.

And this seems like a good time to re-post my favorite sign from Cooperstown, New York.

And that is it for tonight.

Peace out.

14 Responses to “Haters!”

  1. simplywendi Says:

    people have way too much time on their hands if they spend it writing such ridiculous comments on your blog. :)

  2. orinoco Says:

    Just think how important you must be to this sad little person’s life, that she would take the trouble to troll you after 10 years! From her post it’s obvious that she’s been following you pretty closely, which is ironic if she thinks you’re such a terrible writer and so self-absorbed etc. Shame she didn’t read your stuff closely enough to get her critiques right, but that happens in trolldom. They’re just not happy bunnies.

    For years I’ve played “find the differences/hidden objects” games on a certain website as a form of “brain training” after two TIAs. Some little person there has felt the need to thumb down any comments I might make (anodyne or not) since the first year. I’d be the only person with a TD. I used to say things like “I see our little TD Monkey is back, thanks for making me feel important” but then I thought, why feed their ego? Over the past year they’ve decided to TD everyone on the comments, not just me. So it’s not me–it’s them. Poor little sad person.

  3. tommfranklin Says:


    I cannot count the number of times I’ve seen/heard you walk up to people and say, “Hi, I’m LessIsEnough. You probably recognize me from The Rachael Ray Show.”

  4. I enjoy reading here. I like the way you write.

  5. lessisenough Says:

    All true. I did think about just ignoring it — don’t feed the trolls, and all that — but after I got over the surprise, it did strike me as kind of funny so I wanted to post about it.

  6. lessisenough Says:

    Well of course. I actually have business cards printed up that say “As seen in People magazine!” that I hand out to people. Just anyone I might meet.

  7. I was immediately struck that this person CAN spell conceited – difficult for many trolls. Yet they started a sentence with a numeral, a no-no unless grammatical anomie is part of their anger and despair.

    Also, that intentional disuse of apostrophes? A clue that this person spends far too much time typing with two thumbs?

    As a person with my own heartfelt but largely unread website, I want to say I love your infrequent postings.

    I think of you as a droll and perspicacious side character in an Austen novel.

    Thank you for your writing.

  8. lessisenough Says:

    Haha, thank you! Your comment makes me I feel like I should start wearing a hat!

  9. judilyn Says:

    I’ve enjoyed your writing since that first “dollar a day” article. Not clear why anyone would take the time to criticize something that they obviously took the time to read and dissect, but then found out they didn’t like it after all. Hey Nancy, move on; find something else to do with your time that is more productive.

  10. Dorothy Says:

    I love your blog and think you are a terrific writer, plus you always write about things that are interesting and you write with a nice sense of humor. I’ve been following you since the beginning. When you put yourself “out there” it’s always a risk. Bravo to you for not letting the trolls succeed in knocking you down.
    Thanks for keeping on. xo.

  11. worldstouch Says:

    Oh, good. You don’t really need my cheering from the sidelines– you’ve got some very articulate and smart followers who enjoy reading anything you write as much as I do. I think droll and perspicacious is part of your essence, attributes that contribute to your likeableness. Please do give in to your impulses to contribute more often. Some of us get a special little pleasure when we see Lessisenough in our inboxes!

  12. Robin Says:

    So I read this post as soon as it hit my email in April 2019. I wanted to respond right away, but my husband and I were in the middle of trying to sell our house and move from Raleigh, NC, to a small town in Georgia. It was a chaotic time. Our house was “staged” to look like magazine people lived there, so everything useful, including most of our furniture, was packed away, we couldn’t cook anything that smelled, and we were living in two rooms in order not to mess up the rest of the house. Our spare time was consumed with looking for housing in Georgia.

    Ultimately we did not sell the house but did manage to rent it, and we moved to Georgia in mid-May. The house we found would not be available until July, so for six weeks we rented an AirBnB house in another town. During that time, we also made a long-planned trip to Montana for a friend’s wedding. I had been working for a company in Raleigh and was able to continue working from home in Georgia, but that was awkward in the deskless temporary housing. After finally moving into our permanent home, I remained busy with my job and the usual stuff involved in turning a new living space into your home.

    Then in December I retired, but after that came Christmas, visits from our adult children and various friends, several family funerals, a trip back to Raleigh to take care of some business and see friends, and a visit to relatives in Savannah. But now thanks to the coronavirus and social distancing, I have the downtime and attention span to respond to your post of 11 months ago.

    Are you still reading? If so, you must just be a very polite person on top of your general niceness. I bored myself stiff just writing all that — which brings me to my point: Your posts tend to start at the very beginning, which for most stories is not a very good place to start. I have a friend who, if asked “How was your trip to Florida?” starts with packing the suitcase and details every gas stop, traffic slowdown, and meal along the way so that sometimes our talking time runs out before she even checks into the hotel. Usually this style of storytelling drives me wild, so why do I find the minutiae of your life so fascinating? I have no idea why I enjoy reading about why you had a day off, how you spent the day puttering about, what time you checked your regular email and then your Gmail, and why you have a Gmail account in the first place – all before you finally get to the topic of the post, which is hate mail.

    I can only say that I’ve loved your blog ever since the dollar-a-day project, which was utterly addicting. (Although I’ve seen your real name several times, to me you’ll always be “the dollar-a-day blogger.” When you post something that I think will interest my daughter, I tell her to “check out the dollar-a-day blogger.” So much for capitalizing on your moment of fame.)

    Yours is the only blog for which I get email alerts, and I read every post as soon as I get the alert. (Well, I think there were a couple of long ones about taxes or finances that I didn’t finish.) Then I periodically check back to see if anyone has commented.

    So please keep on doing what you’re doing, whenever you get around to doing it.

  13. lessisenough Says:

    Haha, thank you for this comment!

    I got to the point where you talked about your friend telling long stories and thought Oh no, this person is going to tell me I need to be more concise. Such a relief to hear that you like the rambling stories! Because it’s very hard for me to write any other way.

    I had to take a professional writing course in grad school, designed for recent college graduates who were going to go work for Big 4 accounting firms, and they focused on writing very short, to-the-point emails, which is extremely challenging for me (though I do see the point with business writing). At first I was resistant — ALL OF THIS INFORMATION IS IMPORTANT AND I NEED TO INCLUDE IT!! ALL OF IT!!!! — but then I had a long email discussion about it with a friend who worked for the consulting firm McKinsey (I don’t know exactly what her job was but it involved writing and editing) and she said they called the long rambling email style the “Agatha Christie style of writing”, where you leave a trail of clues about what you are writing about but leave it up to the reader to figure out what is the point. Not good. So that concept really stuck with me. Now when I’m writing a work email, I write it the way I normally would, with every single detail that I think is relevant, and then I edit it to put it in the Bottom Line Up Front (BLUF) style, with the main point in the first paragraph, what I need from the person I’m writing to and when I need it, and then the rest of the details after a line that says somethng like “Here is the full information”. So that way people who want/need/like details can read the whole thing and other people can just see what they need to do and not bother with the rest. Or quickly see the point then go back and read the full thing later, but not have to read all the way to the bottom to figure out what I am asking for.

    In theory, I could do that with my blog posts, but they don’t always have a point, so I don’t think that would work very well.

    The general problem I have — which may also be a problem your rambling storytelling friend has — is that it feels like stories are stored in my brain in a big, contigous block, and in order to get to any one part of the story, I have to pull the whole story out and go through it from the beginning until I get to the part that actually matters. Also I enjoy writing long stories, and where I ended up with my thinking about this blog was that I’m mostly doing it for me, and if other people enjoy reading the stories then that’s great, and if they don’t, then there are plenty of other things for them to go read, no one has to feel obligated to read things they are not interested in.

    I was furloughed from my job yesterday, so I have lots of unexpected free time — as do most of us — and today I was thinking I should start blogging consistently again, about what I am cooking or any other topic I can think of that would possibly be entertaining. We’ll see how that turns out I guess.

    Anyway thanks for taking the time to post the long-delayed response and thanks for reading for all these years.

  14. orinoco Says:

    As a former tutor of students of Eng Lit, I understand. People need to be *taught* to write clearly and concisely, while many professors just expect them to be able to do it. Just like the teaching core when I was in college–no one ever sat us down and said, “OK, this is how you draw up a lesson plan, start with formulating objectives etc.” and yet we were expected to draw up acceptable lesson plans. I have talked to people from 4 different countries and this seems to be a problem the world over.

    Please do blog more if you can. Our lives are very different, but I like hearing about yours. And my country is locked down so thinking about something else would be welcome. So far I’ve been taking care of my “one of these days” list of tasks. And yet I still resist dusting and organising all my books! LOL

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